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Promises

Орфелия — Sat, 27 Jul 2024 18:26:31 GMT

Promises
By: BlueDelight
Summary: A moment between Seras and Pip. Lemon.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Pip, Seras

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You can do this Seras

The clicking of her boots against the carpeted hard wood floor got louder.

It's not like he is just going to say no...right?

She took a left, then a right, her legs instantly taking her without her mind even thinking.

This is Pip we're talking about, nice, sweet, perverted, Pip.

Her blue eyes taking in the sight of the Captain's familiar door to his room. She somehow, (only being here once or twice), memorized the tall, wood carved, Victorian style door. Each swirl, scratch, and dent, burned in her mind, she could point them out with her eyes closed. She tightened her hand around the wine bottle, and her feet stood in front of the entrance that led to his quarters. She took her gloved hand and gently knocked on the wood, feeling the cool bark through her glove. Shuffling and mumbling could be heard in the room. Seras didn't know if he was swearing or speaking French, maybe a little bit of both.

When Pip opened the door, Seras got an eyeful of Pip's tan torso and hard stomach.

It seemed as if Seras woke the French man up. His hair was thrown disarray from his braid, his eye patch that he usually wore was gone, letting her see his scar over his eye. His other eye was half lidded, and most important...his pants were undone.

"Ma cher?"

Seeing him in such a state threw the police girl off, and she fumbled with her wording, stuttering and shuffling her feet.

"Good evening Captain" Seras's eyes shifted to his feet and she felt a blush form on her face.

"It's ten o' clock at night, police girl." His eye traveled to the wine bottle down in her hand and a smirk formed on his face.

Seras could see what Pip was looking at and realized what it looked like with her, in clothes besides her uniform (consisting of skinny jeans and a tank top that fit her body like a second skin) and a bottle of alcohol in her right hand. Seras started to get even more flustered.

"This isn't what it looks like! Well kinda, but I just wanted to see-well, um"

Pip decided to end her embarrassment by giving her a gentle smile that made the police girl's heart flutter.

"It's alright police girl, you can come in." Pip opened the door wider, Seras swiftly entered. His quarters were like any other room, a bed was set in the middle of the wall on the right when you entered, a coffee table was to the side, and a chair was place next to it,a small bathroom was diagonal from the big bed , a large armoire was standing off to the side, and finally a quaint little fireplace warmed the room and the crackling of the wood softly played.

"Cozy" Seras murmured.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure man cherie?" Pip didn't make a move to put on a shirt nor did he try to button up his pants, Seras was a little uncomfortable but, a deep down she liked the view the captain was giving her.

"Well," Seras needed to sit down and Pip's bed was looking quite invited. She walked over to the big bed and sat on the edge. Pip didn't seem to mind as he sat on the chair next to the little coffee table.

"Does this have something to do with that we're going to war tomorrow?"

Seras just looked down and nodded, and stuck out her hand that held the wine bottle.

"Do you have any glasses lying around?" Seras smiled at Pip.

Pip smirked and got up, his combat boots clomping against the wooden floor, he opened the armoire, not only was there clothes, but a bottle of brandy and next to it some glasses that were obviously not washed and used constantly. Pip grabbed the two glasses and handed one to Seras, she felt their fingers brush even with her gloves on she could feel an electric pulse. Seras felt her breath stop for a moment but quickly reassured herself. Seras didn't even bother with a wine opener and opened the bottle, it's good to have inhuman strength once in a while.

She poured the red liquid in both her's and Pip's glass, Pip nodded his thanks and downed the whole thing and stuck out his hand again. Seras rolled her eyes at him and again refilled his glass, this time he just took a sip savoring the wine as did Seras with hers letting it slide down her throat.

"I thought you could only drink blood and not have any human food or beverages" Pip asked.

"Well, Master said that wine is the blood of all things holy or something like that, I never know what he is saying half of the time. I just go with it." Pip chuckled making Seras smile a little.

"You're beautiful when you smile mon chere, you should do it more often." Pip took another swig of his wine but, his one eye stayed on Seras. The glass did little to hide his smirk waiting for her to blush and spit out insults like the blushing virgin she was.

But it didn't happen.

She stayed silent and had a painful look on her face as she stared at him, Pip got worried. He hated seeing her like this.

"What's wrong police girl?" Pip just said that to try and get a rise out of her but, again nothing happened.

Except for the single red tear that ran down her cheek leaving a mark.

Pip didn't expect tears, and he panicked. Pip wasn't used to this kind of situation, he didn't want to say anything that would set her off even more. The mercenary got up from his spot and sat next to Seras on the bed, they sat so close they touched, Seras certainly didn't seem to mind. Pip could smell a sweet strawberry scent, it was innocent, a scent that was not made for a killing flesh eating vampire but, she made it work. He loved it.

"Seras." He said.

Seras didn't look at him, her gaze glued to her glass of wine.

"Police girl." He tried again.

No response.

Seras felt her chin being lifted up, she found Pip's gaze and she couldn't look away. She didn't notice how close he was, Seras didn't know if it was the wine or his scent but, something was pulling her in.

Pip saw desire in her eyes, and it stirred up his own, excitement was building up in him as their faces came closer and closer. But was short lived when Seras ducked her head and buried it in his chest, nuzzling it like a kitten.

Jesus fuck this woman is adorable.

"Pip, what is war really like? Tell me."

Pip knew he should be at least a little surprised but, it was expected. People he has come across before has asked about war and battling, and every single time he could never get the right words out, sure he stated facts but, he himself never really knew the best way to explain it.

"It's better to live it yourself to exactly know but, I can say this. When you're out there fighting for your life, just remember you're fighting for your people. We are fighting for Hellsing as well as England. Don't forget that mon chere." Pip rubbed her back, hoping she didn't yell at him and call him an old frog.

"People are going to die, I know that but at least promise me this Captain." Seras raised her head and looked straight into Pip's eye.

"Don't you die. Got it." She said it with such fire and spunk, Pip felt his heart burst. Nobody has cared for him as she has.

Every once in a while Pip thought about Seras, sure she had sex appeal (so much freakin sex appeal) but she was kind and energetic and when she was commanded something she got the job done. It was once that he asked himself, do I love her?

He never answered that question but, he knew now.

"Yes mam." He smiled.

Seras smiled back and did what felt right. She hugged him.

Pip was a little surprised but, he quickly recovered and hugged her back. Seras settled her chin on his shoulder, letting her smell his musk to say the least she really liked it, she took a deep breath of the scent.

Pip felt her breath on his neck, it sent pleasurable shivers down his spine, his hands unwillingly slipped down the middle of her back and went to the lower part, almost touching her hips. A sharp gasp passed Seras's lips, his hands were so big and calloused, Seras found herself loving the feel. It made her feel safe and warm. Seras took her chin off Pip's shoulder an once again met his eyes and this time their lips actually met.

It was like sparks flying for the both of them, Pip felt Seras's soft lips against his own, causing him to wrap his arms around her tighter. He felt her breasts push up against his bare chest, making him hard.

Seras felt a new sensation when she felt Pip's lips move against hers. She knew right now she would be yelling at him and calling him an old frog or a pervert but right now, she didn't think, she just did what felt right. And it felt really really good. The pair didn't know how long they were kissing but Pip knew he had to have more. This was probably his only chance to have the beautiful vampire, and he was going to make it count.

Pip abandoned Seras's lips, much to her consent, and went for her neck, he gently licked and suckled on her skin making Seras grip onto his arms, a little whimper passed her lips but Seras didn't even know she made the noise. Pip certainly did and wanted to make more noise come from her (now swollen) lips. He tried her ear, a very vulnerable spot for any woman or man and it worked. As Pip licked and sucked on her ear, Seras let a louder , but still small, moan.

Seras wanted to make the mercenary to feel the same sensation she was feeling, so she quietly slipped off her gloves and sensually touched Pip's chest, she focused on every healed scar she found then her hands traveled to his back.

Pip didn't know when she took off her gloves but, right now he could care less, his own hands dragged down her sides and his fingers sneaked under her tank top that he absolutely loved and caressed her sides making her shiver and moan a little louder. His hands traveled higher and didn't stop when he came to her breasts. He always found himself distracted by the huge mounds, who wouldn't. With a body like that it could drive any man insane, once or twice he almost got killed from not paying attention to his surroundings and ogling Seras's boobs. Okay in his defense they were the most beautiful pair of tits he has ever seen.

Seras busied her hands with Pip's upper body, the tingle between her legs was getting more and more intense. Pip's hands where like magic, her body hummed and her nipples grew harder. She felt herself wanting more.

Seras peeled off her tank top and looked into Pip's eye as she started to clip off her bra. Pip was very surprised at her boldness but, shrugged it off when he focused on her breasts. Pip has seen many chests in his life as a mercenary but, Seras's were the most beautiful he has ever seen. Pip gently caressed her mounds creating a low moan from her mouth, he then lowered his mouth down and licked on her nipple while his other hand was busy with the other.

His hands felt so warm and smooth she couldn't help but moan his name out loud.

Pip smiled at the girl, it was nice to her his name like that coming from her it sounded so good. He sucked a harder on her breasts, flicking the nipple with his tongue and as well as tweaking her other nipple with his thumb and index finger.

Seras never felt such stimulation before, was this what sex really felt like?

"No, it's gong to get even better cherie, just wait." Pip said.

Did she say that out loud?

"Oui." He said again.

He urged her down on the bed, the silk sheets felt nice on her bare back.

Seras felt her cheeks blushed, and her fingers slowly tangled in Pip's soft hair, she giggled at the fact how it's softer than her own.

"I've always wondered what shampoo you use."

"You're thinking about this now?" He tried to be serious but with Seras's sweet face and a wide smile he couldn't help but smile himself, she was so silly sometimes.

"Yep." Seras laughed.

You won't be laughing for long. The merc. thought evilly.

He lightly kissed down her stomach, adding a bit of tongue here and there, Pip heard the police girl's laugh cease and a little moan again slipped out. He looked up and saw she was intensely watching him, waiting on what he will do next. He hooked his fingers around the hem of her skinny jeans, he slowly peeled then off as he did he seemed to have caught her panties as well, and threw them off as a whole.

The police girl lay bare in front of the mercenary, neither said a word. Their eyes did the talking for them. Pip started at her stomach and kissed his way down to her flower, Seras started to get nervous and shifted and wiggled on the bed.

Pip placed a kiss on her clit, hoping to reassure Seras that he would be gentle and take care of her. It seemed that that did the trick, as she relaxed and let him take over. Pip went back to pleasuring her pussy and rubbed her opening, he could smell her desire, as well see it dripping from her shaved opening.

Seras felt something long and flexible lick her, it took her a moment to realize it was his tongue. She never knew that that was something couples did in the act of intimacy but she found herself liking it a lot. Pleasure touched every nerve in her body as Pip's tongue penetrated her deeper making slurping sounds that where very erotic. Seras's moans got louder and her hands switched from his hair to the bed sheets, hanging on to them as if she was going to be pushed off. And it felt she was, something was boiling in her stomach, it got bigger and bigger and Seras thought she was going to burst.

Pip never seen such an erotic sight, he wanted nothing more to take her in every position he knew on every surface in his room but, this was Seras's first time and reason came over his cloud of lust, he was going to focus on her pleasure and her pleasure alone. Pip could tell that his lover was getting very close to her climax and he proceeded to make sure Seras reached it. He slipped his tongue deeper in her most intimate place as he combined his tongue with his finger, rubbing his thumb over her clit pushing the button that was sure to make her come.

Seras felt the ball that was in her stomach grow bigger, she cried his name even louder, probably the whole Hellsing estate knew what the two soldiers were up to but, right now she could care less as she knew that if Pip kept going she was going to experience pure pleasure.

Just one more push and she would be his, he drew back from Seras's dripping pussy and switched so now it was his finger giving her pleasure as he sucked on her button. In a matter of seconds Seras cried the mercenary's name and came on his finger, her vaginal muscles squeezing his hand tightly.

Seras saw stars, literally, she could see white dots form before her eyes and all she could focus on was the searing pleasure take over her body, nothing could compare to what she was feeling right now. To her she felt as if it was going on for hours but, from Pip's perspective it only lasted seconds. It was amazing how beautiful she could be when she climaxed, her blue eyes were shut tight but, he could imagine the beautiful orbs clouded with lust, her mouth was formed in an 'o', making him focus on her luscious pink lips.

Seras collapsed back on the bed, her breathing started to slow down again but, she still felt her heart pounding in her chest, she was so tired that she almost struggled to open her eyes. Pip smirked at her state, as he sucked off her juices off his finger, she tasted delicious and as much as he wanted to keep tasting her, he just had to knew what it felt like to be inside the vampire, he had self control but, even he had his limits. He crawled back up to her and soft kisses, all the way up her stomach to her collarbone, her neck and he met her lips in a slow soft kiss. Seras had half the mind to kiss him back with equal fever.

Seras slowly opened her eyes and again met Pip's green eyes, she never noticed it was a type of green she couldn't identify, it reminded her of a green meadow but, she thought that wasn't quite right and thought of the pine needles of a pine tree, that was very similar -

"Don't tell me my tongue fucked you speechless." Pip quietly laughed at the way she was just starring at him, more specifically his eyes. The thought of a possibility that he actually did make her climax so hard that she couldn't speak, it made his ego grow little bit.

"S-Shut up." Seras blushed and looked to the side.

Pip had the urge to take her in his arms and just hang onto her till morning. But it already seemed Seras had the same idea as she wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his broad shoulders. As she held onto him Pip thought that that would be enough for her for the night. Pip was fairly mistaken.

Seras started kissing his neck starting from his jawline all the way down to his pecks, she licked and sucked on his tanned skin, tasting the saltiness from his sweat combined with the taste of his aftershave, she loved it and wanted to taste more.

"More." Pip heard her whisper. If that's what she wanted then she'll get more, he hovered a little higher over the police girl making her look up at him in question, he positioned his length to her womanhood and rubbed his head up and down against her slit. Seras tensed for a bit but, slowly relaxed knowing she wanted this, she wanted him. Holding each others gaze Pip pushed into her body looking for any sign of pain from the intrusion. There was none and he took that as a sign to keep going until he was fully inside of her. He could feel her virgin walls squeeze him, he wanted nothing more than to pound in and out of her sating his lust for the busty blonde.

Seras thought nothing could compare to the pleasure Pip gave her from his tongue and fingers. This was pleasure on a whole new level, sure at first the intrusion was uncomfortable at first but with each inch he slid into her Seras never felt so full and complete as she did now. But he wasn't moving and Seras tried to wiggle her hips against his, trying to tell him to scratch the itch that was building inside of her.

Pip felt her hips grind against his, the action making him grunt, and his cock twitch inside her. He pulled himself out until his tip was the only thing that remained inside her until he slowly pushed himself back in, her folds enveloping his length squeezing it perfectly. He repeated this action once or twice before be began to pick up his pace, resulting in Seras writhe underneath him, moaning and digging her nails in his biceps. It looks like he didn't need to worry about hurting the police girl, and with that he took over and made her his.

Seras felt Pip's cock twitch and move faster, the friction was too much for her and she let out her wanton moans. Their hips grind ed together, the slapping of skin on skin filled the room. His muscled chest rubbed against her breasts, her hard nipples dragged against his hot flesh, letting her feel more pleasure than she thought possible. Her whole body shook and writhed to Pip's actions, and she felt that same ball in her stomach from earlier but, way bigger.

Pip has never been with a woman so responsive, so beautiful, so tight. Her pussy squeezed tighter, almost knocking the breath out of his lungs. He couldn't help the string of curse words that came from his mouth, he grunted as he felt Seras's big breasts rub against his chest, her soft skin felt like velvet and Pip felt his nerves act against the pleasure.

The ball in Seras's stomach got bigger with ever second, the passion and intimacy was too much for her. Her moans turned in to pleading whimpers, and her legs locked around his hips wanting him to hit her deeper and harder.

Pip felt his resolve wash away and his primal urges take over, his pounded in and out of her, wanting to see how tight she could get around his cock. Wanting to see how much she could take, and by the looks and sound of it she was getting close, Pip then had a wonderful idea.

All of a sudden Seras felt Pip sheath out of her, she was going to ask him what was the big idea of leaving her hanging like that but, her comment was cut short when she found her self on her hands and knees facing the head bored and away for Pip. She felt kissed being strewn all over her back, and a deep lust filled chuckle was heard behind her.

Seras felt his blunt tip rub against her slit, teasing her. She whimpered a plead, waiting for him to fill the empty void between her legs. Pip heard her cries and shoved his cock back inside her, Seras threw her head back in pleasure her back making a deep 'U'. A long grunt passed the merc's lips and went back to pounding in and out of the blonde woman. Seras felt Pip touch her deeper, he started getting so rough she thought she started to hear the bed creak.

Pip felt himself at his limit, in his opinion this was one of his favorite positions, letting this powerful woman in front of him be submissive to him like this made his blood boil and his balls tighter.

"P-Pip I-I think," She whimpered.

"Do it Seras, come hard. Come hard for me Seras." Pip picked up his pace, wanting her to reach her peak.

Seras felt her belly clench at the subtle and raw tone in his voice as he said her name, as that was the last straw for her.

Seras's pussy tightened around Pip's cock as she came with a loud and high pitched moan. Her arms gave out from under her and her face was pressed against the soft sheets.

Again she felt her self on her back and Pip was still going at it, it seemed he hasn't reached his peak. Seras again felt another orgasm pulse through her and she grunted when Pip bent down and took one of her pink nipples in his mouth.

Pip came along with Seras.

The couple found themselves tangled up in each other, Pip held her while Seras rested her cheek against his chest.

"Wow." Seras breathed.

"Amazing, huh?"

"Don't flatter yourself Frenchie."

"I think you just did." Seras looked his into his green eyes and felt her heart clench.

"Pip."

"Hmmm?" Pip's eyes were closed, and it seemed he was almost asleep.

"Pip look at me."

Pip looked into the ice blue eyes of the police girl and waited for her to speak.

"Pip I was serious when I said I wanted you to come back, you are very important to me and The Geese wouldn't know what to do without you." After she said that she smashed her lips against his, making Pip's hand slide down her back and push her up against him even closer.

Pip pulled away and gently smiled, "I promise."

To bad sometimes promises were meant to be broken.

Step Into Christmas

Орфелия — Mon, 16 Jan 2023 22:48:21 GMT

Step Into Christmas
By: Kitsune_Moonstar
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Seras, Pip.

Summary: Seras helps Pip get into the Christmas spirit.
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With a happy shriek, Seras leapt into the snow bank. She absolutely loved winter and snow, and thanks to a freak snowstorm, London had been blanketed with about six feet of the white powdery stuff. Seras couldn't resist spending an evening playing out in the stuff, and there were no missions tonight so she was free to do so.

"Are you a snow angel now, Mignonette?"

She turned to see Pip leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and his braid was wrapped around his throat like a scarf.

"You can't tell me you don't like the snow."

He wrinkled his nose at her. "It's wet and cold and uncomfortable. Give me a warm fire and a glass of cognac any day."

"But snow is one of the best parts of Christmas. Snowmen, and snow angels, and snowball fights. It's part of the season."

Pip just shrugged. "Meh. I can do without it."

This offended Seras' Christmas spirit. She would have to do something about Pip's anti-snow attitude. Her hand shot out, and she pulled him down into the snow with her. He sputtered and attempted to get up. Seras rolled over and pinned him. She grinned down at him.

"I bet I can make you like the snow better."

"And how do you plan on doing that, Mignonette?"

She leaned in so their noses touched. "How do you think?"

And then she shoved a handful of snow down his shirt. Seras quickly leapt off him while Pip let out what could only be called a shriek. She lobbed a snowball at him as he struggled to his feet.

"What you-"

Seras cut him off. "If you want revenge, you are going to have to catch me first."

Pip took off across the snowy lawn in front of the Hellsing mansion, chasing after her and lobbing a snowball at her frequently. Seras had her own arms, and her snowballs tended to have better accuracy than his. Still he kept trying, and Seras would admit to making it look like he might get the better of he several times. Of course, Pip never did quite accomplish that. He chased her and chased her until Seras caught him. With a grin and a shriek, Seras pounced on him. Pinning Pip once again, she leaned in and kissed his nose.

"Still don't like the snow?"

He attempted to shrug. "It might grow on me."

Seras laughed. "Told you. You just had to get into the proper Christmas spirit."

"Speaking of Christmas spirit," Pip wiggled his eyebrows at her and pulled her head down to kiss him.

This time Seras let him.

A Captain's Refuge

Орфелия — Mon, 27 Sep 2021 20:00:41 GMT

A Captain's Refuge
By Ryah
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance, Drama — Seras/Pip.
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The sun was dawning, but the battle was still raging. Seras destroyed as many as she could, as quickly as she could. The grisly, false army of fallen men wreaked havoc all around her, but Queen, country and friends called her to duty. There were so many lives to save, and others who would have to be saved from more than death. She gritted her teeth in anger and disgust. To take Walter...! To kill Captain Vernedead...! She would never forgive them. The power in her was incredible, overflowing. Despite overwhelming bloodshed on both sides, the need to preserve what was left of her new family... Seras' mind kept flying to Pip. His last words, the saltiness of the blood, and the bitter but sweet taste of his mouth. She pressed onward with the strength of the leader of the Wild Geese flowing through her, but time was running out...

Seras felt the first rays of the sun begin to burn her flesh. The overwhelming need to sleep struck her. She was not yet old enough nor strong enough to stave off the sleep that every vampire must take at daylight; not like Alucard. She fought her way through the seething mass of once-human flesh to seek shelter from the sun. It struck her as she ran- she was Alucard's servant vampire no more. Soon he would return. He would waste these bloody fools. Sleep began to drop her eyelids as she claimed a space under some rubble. She was close to the soil and well out of the sun. She cursed in her head. The nature that allowed her enhanced strength, stamina and life prevented her from living in daylight!

"Seras! Seras!!" Integra charged across the battlefield, stopping briefly to dispatch a few fallen enemies- her second charge had disappeared.

"I am underneath some rubble; Sir Integra- I-I must sleep. Only vampires like Alucard are strong enough to resist and walk in daylight." Integra heard Seras' voice in her head. She understood. Damn it! Their enemy showed no signs of faltering, at least, none yet. Millennium seemed to have equipped them with sun-protective gear. But would it hold? Seras' faint whisper slid languidly into Integra's mind once again.

"Sir Integra... Tell the Geese... Avenge... Captain... Vernede-" The voice faded. Integra gritted her teeth and turned back into the maw of battle. Bunkered inside her makeshift shelter, Seras had fallen into the coma-like slumber of the living dead. Her skin was pale as wax, and the brilliant red eyes closed to the inner workings of her mind. Seras became aware of herself. She was floating through a sea of memories, most of which she recognized as through her own eyes. But a slew of remnants were not her own. When Zorin Blitz had entered her mind before death, she had also seen the same clips of a life, preserved like an old movie reel. Seras saw faces and places that were unrecognizable, but as she floated deeper into the midst of the foreign snippets, she saw faces she did know well, including her own. It dawned on her strangely. Captain Vernedead's will, spirit and spitfire attitude lived on in her more deeply than she had first realized. Pip was an extension of her. Breathless, she turned from his memories, the pain of his death still too near. Blood tears fought their way down her cheeks, though she struggled in vain to choke them back into her throat.

"Now zere, Zeras girl, don't cry." The shadows disappeared in wisps and a place formed in front of her. It was new to her, and as exotic and enticing as the classiest New Orleans bordello. Smiling, naked to the waist, and long hair free of the customary braid, Pip walked in front of her.

"Captain!" She cried. She remained rooted to the spot, though she was desperate to touch him, to see if he was real. She let out a strangled sigh. "You're a beautiful dream, Captain Vernedead." Pip laughed, his rich French accent as cocky as ever.

"Ah, but I am not a dream, Seras. Zis body iz perfectly corporeal, yet, I can create anyzing your pretty little 'ed wishes." He waved his hand dramatically and a box of chocolate appeared easily.

"You're alive in my head?" She put a hand to her brow and scrunched her eyes. How could such a thing even happen?

"That’s bazically eet." He opened the box and popped a rich piece in his mouth. He chewed and sighed with absolute pleasure. "Togezer Zeras, we will conquer all zese baztards." He sauntered up to her, doffing the box of chocolates and wrapping his arms around her trembling shoulders. Seras found she could not choke back her sobs of relief, sadness, and utter joy as he embraced her. Streams of blood poured from her eyes.

"You're alive.. I was so upset.. I destroyed Zorin... I grated her head!" Pip caressed the back of her blonde head and shushed her. "We're winning, I know it... But, London is in shreds, Pip." She lifted her head and wiped away the drying trails of blood tears. Pip kissed her forehead.

"Eet shall live again, After all, Boudicea burned eet to ze ground... yet zey raised eet. We shall beat zem!" Seras smiled. "I will alwayz be wiz you. My ztrength ees yourz, Zeras. Uze eet."

"Of course I will. I have been. The Geese even see it, Pip. You continue to lead them." Pip smiled, fondly remembering his Geese. Faithful and ballsy to the last, every one of them. Pip brushed his hand over Seras' chin.

"Do you like ze room I 'ave created? It ees like ze one I slept in at home when I waz not fighting." She grinned sardonically.

"Seen more than a few brothels, haven't you, Captain?" She chuckled but turned her attention to the room. It was furnished with beautiful dark wood furniture, classical art, deep, soft red hues and candle lighting. The man had taste, she had to admit.

"Seras... here we are safe. Here, you are mine. Care to find out what comes after my kiss?" Seras felt him wrap her up again. The feel of his chest, the smell of his hair, and his one shining blue eye taking in her body caused ripples of pleasure to go through her. She faced him and ran her fingers through the expanse of his locks. She moved one hand to trace a slender finger down his stomach, across his pecs, his abs, and around his navel before resting her hand on his belt.

"Care to begin with a kiss? We didn't exactly have leisure time for the first one." Pip smiled widely and brought his mouth upon hers. Seras began to melt into his arms. Before, he had only gently slipped his tongue into her mouth. She had swallowed a little of his blood even then. This time, Pip was almost forceful, but tantalizingly rough as he possessed her mouth deeply. He wound his arms around her back and squeezed her perfect ass. Seras' hands explored his muscular shoulders and entwined themselves deep into his extraordinarily long hair. She felt him push her back into the wall with a need that he had hidden from her very well. His hands grew curious and skipped along her ripe curves, already heating at his touch. Seras broke her mouth away from Pip's kiss and purred low into his ear.

"Let me show you what you missed when I gave you MY kiss." She lowered her mouth to his neck and breathed his clean, spicy scent. She grazed his skin with her fangs and raised gooseflesh on his neck. Pip braced himself for her fangs. When she had bitten him, he'd been on the brink of death. There was barely any feeling left in him, and she had fiercely drained the last of his life. He himself had no idea how his soul had been wakened in her mind, but he attributed it to his indomitable will. His reward was right in front of him, a gorgeous and erotic woman who stirred not only his desire but his passion. The fangs finally pierced him and he gasped as they slid easily into his skin and sent the intoxicating liquid Seras craved. She drank but a little from him, then withdrew. It was enough to drive him into the wild unpredictable plains of euphoria, and enough to begin to heat her body from the inside. Pip's mouth grew ravenous on hers, and he lifted her underneath her thighs and pushed her against the wall. Seras gasped, helpless and greatly aroused. Seras was positioned so that her wide-spread legs exposed her black panties, and the V of her crotch rested against the growing bulge beneath Pip's tight jeans. She moaned softly as he nibbled her neck and pressed himself into her, a blatant preview of what was to come.

Pip let Seras off the wall, and in a flurry of kissing and shedding clothes, they found themselves on the bed, both nude and pressed together. The heat of his skin caused Seras more pleasure than she could have imagined. It was like no other feeling, to be wrapped in the naked arms, pressed to the bare chest of another human. The full-body skin to skin contact made her tingle. They lay side by side, eyes devouring the exposed secrets of each other's body. Pip's heart did backflips in his chest as he ravaged her with his eyes. No woman he had ever been with had been so perfectly sculpted. Her breasts, heavy, beautifully round and cream-colored with slightly pink nipples demanded that he squeeze them. Her tight stomach, slim waist, wide hips and strong, smooth legs ignited him just by existing. A tuft of golden hair glittered sweetly in the crest of her thighs. In turn, Seras could not look away from Pip's rigidly muscular, scarred body. He looked as though he could have lifted a horse, and she traced the tanned curves of his muscles down his lean, strong frame. Her eyes were magnetically drawn to his hardened length crowed with reddish-gold fur. Her fingers itched to touch it. He smiled wickedly and directed her hand to it. She clenched it lightly, her hand trembling. The skin was silken, but the firmness enticed her. The size astounded her- she wondered how much it would hurt to be inside her. Pip showed her how he wanted her to stroke him. She followed suit, and soon had the hardened mercenary Captain at her mercy. Seras smiled and tested her other powers of pleasure. She stroked him while nibbling and kissing his neck, biting his lower lip and grazing her nails down his skin. He revelled in the sensations and grew harder in her hands. At last, he decided it was time to return her efforts.

Pip sat up and pulled Seras into his lap, kissing her almost demonically. He roughly laid her down on the bed and pinned her shoulders. His left arm was pinning her, and he slid his right hand between her thighs, spreading them wide. He sank his mouth to her ample breasts and began to nibble and suck her nipple. Seras moaned from both the warm ripples from her breast and the intense pleasure from Pip's fast stroking. She shivered and squealed, her body mounting to a ferocious point of pure ecstasy. Pip dipped his fingers into her opening and found her dripping wet with desire. He teased her more until she was gasping for breath and her body had gone rigid. Seras clutched the bedclothes and moaned out loud. Intense warmth flooded inside of her and her body fluttered with unimaginable pleasure. She screamed and her body sprung off the pillow then hit again. Pip withdrew his hand and put his wet finger in his mouth and licked away the sweetness of her liquid. Seras shivered. Pip got between her legs. She raised her hips and let him enter her smoothly. They both emitted sharp breaths when he got inside. Pip growled deeply as he felt the warmth and wetness envelop him tightly. She was every bit what he expected, and more. She gasped as the hot flesh sunk deep into her and spread her tight, inexperienced walls apart to allow more of him inside. She moaned softly, overcome with sensation as he thrusted slow but deep. Pip hitched her knees into the crook of his elbows to secure himself and upped the pace, driving himself harder into her and enjoying the fluttering of her body. She grew warmer and became desperate for more. Pip grunted as he thrusted deeper and faster, pulling Seras' legs onto his shoulders to find deeper angles. Seras moaned loudly and arched her back to greet him in the rhythm.

After a while of this, Pip decided that she might enjoy a little change. He withdrew from her wet, enflamed slit and flipped her onto her stomach.

"Thought you might like to try somezing spicy." He pulled her by her hips onto her knees. Seras choked out a moaned rendition of Pip's name.

"You animal, Captain." She buried her face in a pillow as Pip kneeled between her open legs and slid himself back inside of her. She shrieked as he plunged into her deeper than he had before, with renewed ferocity. From his position he could control her luscious hips and drove himself into her fast enough to make her full breasts bounce. Seras, perched on her elbows, squeezed her eyes tightly and howled in all her throaty madness. Pip muttered a series of curses in French. He was driving himself and Seras into a state of absolute pleasure. Every animalistic thrust sent her quivering body closer to an edge she had never experienced before. Pip was slamming against a spot inside of her that burned with fervor. Helpless wails escaped her lips as Pip reared forward and grabbed both her swinging breasts. He massaged them and lightly rubbed her hard peaks. This catapulted Seras into white-hot depths of pure rapture, and finally sent her over the edge as Pip drove himself in and out with all the force he could muster. He savored the waves of Seras climax, her muscles tightly fluttering with helpless pleasure. Pip’s body screamed to come, and he allowed himself the joy of release. His hot seed spilled into Seras tight body and he moaned her name softly. As the last drop fell from him, both collapsed into a tight embrace. Pip covered Seras face in quick kisses. She held him close, already aware that the day was nearly up and soon she would be back in the midst of grisly battle.

l will be waking soon, Pip.

It ees alright, Zeras. Every day will be ours to cherish. Go beat zem for me. She smiled toothily and kissed her Captain. Seras awoke unharmed, still sheltered, as the last rays of the sun passed under the horizon.

Первый

Орфелия — Tue, 16 Mar 2021 19:46:09 GMT

Название: Первый
Автор: Lampo
Фэндом: Hellsing OVA
Жанры: Гет, Романтика, Юмор, Повседневность
Персонажи: Пип Бернадотте/Серас Виктория, "Дикие гуси"
Рейтинг: NC-17

Источник

День был пасмурный, но под вечер прояснилось, так что Серас отошла в тень здания сразу после окончания тренировки. От солнечного света она едва ли страдала — тут истории про вампиров врали, по крайней мере, про таких, как она и её хозяин, хотя в темноте ей действительно было комфортнее. Нет, на самом деле ей просто хотелось побыть в тишине и покое, подальше от «Диких гусей» и, особенно, от их командира. С ребятами она почти подружилась, да и с господином Бернадотте сработалась, однако, в последние дни его внимание начало тяготить её. Особенно тяготить.
Во время стычки с Миллениумом в Рио Алукард отчитал её за неготовность исполнить приказ, и Серас до сих пор была расстроена, хоть и старалась не показывать это. Она с радостью уничтожала монстров, пусть они и были ещё недавно людьми, но убивать живых… Стрелять в них, разрывать на части… Ещё и эта позорная встреча с отцом Александром, во время которой она едва под стол не забилась от страха. Вот тебе и бессмертный вампир! Бернадотте, конечно, тоже ничего не мог противопоставить сумасшедшему католику, но он хотя бы держал себя в руках. Да и людей убивал без жалости, как и полагалось наемнику. Не то, чему стоит завидовать и восхищаться, но, пожалуй, она не отказалась бы от толики его силы, не физической, понятное дело, а силы характера. И все же Серас, наоборот, начала сторониться его.
Капитан что-то втолковывал Рико на повышенных тонах и обрывки его фраз долетали даже до того места, где стояла она. Серас старалась не прислушиваться и вообще задействовать свои обостренные чувства по минимуму, иначе в чем смысл забиваться в угол? Надо просто подождать, пока отстреляется последняя группа, забрать свое оружие на чистку и уйти в подвал. Туда, в опасную близость к Алукарду, никто из «гусей» не совался, даже Бернадотте.
Правда, ей надлежало ещё и поужинать. То есть опять просидеть за длинным обеденным столом над единственной тарелкой с сиротливо лежащим на ней пакетом с кровью битый час, уговаривая себя решиться переступить грань. Безуспешно. За отказ нормально, для вампира, питаться, ей прилетало регулярно, а она даже не могла адекватно объяснить, почему упрямится. Обратно смертной ей все равно не стать, это было кристально ясно, но Серас понимала, что как только она примет свое нынешнее состояние полностью, то потеряет что-то важное.
Если уж начистоту, дело было не только в её боязни окончательно превратиться в чудовище, переступить через грань и ухнуть в пропасть к тому скучающему безумию, холодному и обжигающему одновременно, что ужасало и привлекало её в хозяине. Просто даже нагретый до комнатной температуры пакет с донорской кровью все равно выглядел крайне непривлекательно. От одного его вида её подташнивало, а постоянно преследующая жажда как будто притуплялась, хоть это и было немного странно — разве не проще попробовать добровольно отданную кровь, при отборе которой никто не умер, раз её так волнует моральная сторона вопроса? Это ведь было правильнее, принять себя вот так, честно и осознанно, чем впиться в горло врагу в горячке боя, поддавшись инстинктам.
Но тех же гулей, которых она превращала в фарш на заданиях, Серас тоже умудрялась игнорировать, сдерживалась, одергивала себя. Хотя многие из них умирали едва ли за час до их прибытия, а некоторые еще сохраняли тепло в изувеченных телах. Их кровь была в полном её распоряжении с молчаливого поощрения хозяина. Да что с ней не так? Ведь это придется сделать в любом случае рано или поздно, и лучше поспешить, иначе… Иначе все это может дурно обернуться.
На тренировочном полигоне раздались выстрелы, судя по всему, один из последних заходов с новыми автоматами. Капитан опять что-то крикнул, и она непроизвольно втянула носом воздух, хотя дышать ей уже как несколько месяцев было совершенно не нужно.
Люди не походили ни на пакеты с кровью, ни на остывающих гулей. У них не было никакой плотной оболочки, резко отделяющей внутренности от внешней среды, а смерть ещё не оставила на телах свой смрадный отпечаток. Серас слышала кровоток, сердцебиение каждого поблизости, будто врач со стетоскопом, только постоянно и четко. Правда, от звуков ещё можно было отвлечься. Но не от запаха, нет.
Она затруднялась описать это ощущение даже мысленно. Возможно, если бы мучимый жаждой человек мог чуять запах воды, близкой и недосягаемой одновременно, то это было бы чем-то схожим, однако, аналогия все равно выходила слабой. Это, конечно, тоже являлось необходимостью, основой жизни, но её желание, казалось, ощущалось куда острее, прянее, почти опьяняющим, словно она вдыхала винные пары, и ей кружило голову только от одного этого. Что если в своем упорстве она в конце концов доведет себя до того, что не сможет контролировать ситуацию? Что если она уже довела все до крайности? Голоду было плевать, насколько сильно ей хотелось сохранить свою человечность.
Все усугублялось, если она чуяла свежую кровь. От людей разило и без того, но стоило их ранить, и это превращалось в настоящую пытку. Было ли это так мучительно, потому что она отчаянно сопротивлялась зову? Или это чувство теперь будет преследовать её всю нежизнь? Невыносимо. Невыносимо. И так волнующе притягательно, что никакой первый поцелуй, которого у неё так и не случилось при жизни, не шел ни в какое сравнение с первым укусом, которого она жаждала до зуда в деснах сейчас. Наверное, потому безличный пакет с кровью и не вызывал всех этих ощущений, кошмарных, но ошеломительных в своей силе.
— Устала, Серас?
Ей все же пришлось вернуться к стрельбищу, чтобы забрать «Харконнен», и капитан тут же подловил её, подойдя сзади и почти нависнув над макушкой. Со стороны это наверняка выглядело почти угрожающе, но она знала, что он просто пялился на её грудь. Хоть декольте Серас никогда не носила, сверху зрелище все равно выглядело приятно. Судя по всему. Об этом можно было судить по мужской реакции, которая преследовала её с тех пор, как только в подростковом возрасте начали появляться первые округлости. Они хорошо скомпенсировали угловатую фигуру, слишком широкие для девушки плечи и узкие бедра, так что характерный взгляд Серас замечала и у мальчиков-сверстников, и у учителей и воспитателей в приюте, и у инструкторов на полицейских курсах, и у сослуживцев. Кто-то стеснялся, кто-то откровенно разглядывал. Капитан относился ко второму типу, в самой крайней его степени: он не видел в своем чрезмерном интересе совершенно никакой проблемы.
Она вздохнула, опять просто по привычке, и тут же пожалела об этом. Впрочем, при разговоре это все равно было необходимо — воздух же должен проходить через голосовые связки, чтобы формировать звук, верно?
— А вам заняться нечем, господин Бернадотте? — неуклюжая попытка огрызнуться звучала тускло и беспомощно. — Я вампир, если вы забыли, мне довольно сложно устать.
— О, детка не в духе?
Капитан притворно расстроился, проигнорировав её выпад, и Серас обернулась, начав непроизвольно рассматривать его в ответ. Несмотря на все те знаки внимания, что мужчины оказывали ей, сама она никогда не проявляла интерес к теме. Может все то, что она видела в детстве, так повлияло на неё, однако, физическая близость отвращала её не хуже донорской крови. И это, как ни странно, привело к актуальному положению вещей. Невинность обеспечила ей перерождение в вампира. И, одновременно, она до сих пор являлась одной из тех человеческих «черт», что связывала её с прошлой жизнью, с жизнью в принципе.
Капитан не дождался ответа и опять заговорил:
— Возможно, я смогу помочь и развеять твои печали?
Он рассмеялся и впился жадным взглядом в её губы, намекая так явно, как будто они играли гипертрофированные роли в ситкоме. Так глупо. Но, умерев девственницей, Серас почувствовала даже какое-то сожаление по этому поводу. Упущенная возможность была сомнительной, да и рассуждать подобным образом она могла только потому, что стала гораздо сильнее и больше не боялась принуждения. И все же… Что если ей удастся почувствовать себя более живой, хотя бы на мгновение? Удержаться на этой тонкой грани ещё немного дольше?
— Сильно сомневаюсь. Просто оставьте меня в покое, — ей окончательно надоело маскировать подавленность раздражением. — Вы всегда невовремя, но сейчас особенно.
Серас надеялась, что до Бернадотте дойдет, что ему действительно лучше уйти. Бывал же он серьезным иногда, на заданиях или когда муштровал своих солдат. Однако, он ничего не понял, а только наклонился к ней ближе. Пахнуло табаком. Капитан настолько пропитался никотином, что даже без сигареты в зубах вонял не лучше пепельницы. Или дело было в её тонком обонянии?
— Совсем не в духе. Но я знаю отличный способ расслабиться, — его губы опять растянулись в ухмылке, он смотрел прямо ей в глаза.
— Господин Бернадотте, если вы не прекратите свои домогательства, я буду вынуждена вас ударить, — протянула она сквозь зубы и прищурилась, пытаясь выглядеть максимально угрожающе.
От него почему-то всегда пахло солью, словно однажды побывав на море, он так ни разу и не постирал одежду. Грязью и потом, что совсем неудивительно с образом жизни наемника. Дешевым шампунем для волос, конечно. На такую гриву, наверное, его уходило немерено, и Серас никак не могла понять, почему он не подстрижется, как любой нормальный солдат. Хотя, наверное, ему просто нравилось выделяться. Запах оружейной смазки и пороха был знаком ей ещё с тех времен, когда она являлась человеком, но сейчас он как будто раскрылся во всей полноте. И всегда преследовал её — собственные руки тоже часто разили этой смесью, поэтому она носила перчатки, когда имела дело с оружием, то есть практически всегда. Ещё пахло… мужчиной, наверное, чем-то своим, индивидуальным. У каждого человека был личный запах, не всегда какой-то особенный, но все же как будто немного отличающийся. По крайней мере, все «Дикие гуси» пахли по-разному. А ещё пахло кровью, не чужой, как это бывало после заданий, а его, капитана, собственной.
— А я люблю пожестче, — он едва шевельнулся, но, казалось, склонился ниже, ещё чуть-чуть и поцелует.
— Вы уже и так ранены, — неожиданно даже для самой себя выдала она, и её голос так странно просел, что звучало почти как заигрывание.
— Детка переживает за меня? Как мило.
Горло засаднило, словно по гортани провели наждаком. Серас в красках представила, как она бросается на него и вгрызается в шею. Как капитан цепляется за её ледяные руки без какой-либо возможности защититься. Как отряд медленно соображает, что произошло, и начинает стрелять. Как ухмыляется хозяин. Как злится сэр Хеллсинг. Как горячая, густая, ароматная кровь стекает в её желудок. Или что там у неё теперь вместо внутренних органов.
— Всего лишь царапина. Тут не о чем беспокоиться, — теперь голос походил на рычание, совсем не подходящее юному, навечно, лицу. — Неудачно сделали себе сэндвич? — это уж точно не была боевая травма, никто из них не покидал дом в последние дни.
Болтовня должна была отвлечь её от опасных мыслей, но едва ли помогала.
— Джо оказался ловчее в рукопашной схватке, чем я думал, — капитан будто и не замечал её напряжения. — Детка…
Она оскалилась, то ли пытаясь наконец напугать его, то ли просто отпуская себя. Серас знала, что её радужка уже побагровела, а черты лица заострились, выдавая настоящую хищную природу. Она ни разу не видела себя в эти моменты со стороны, но чувствовала трансформацию. Контроль. Контроль. Она не славилась им и в лучшие времена.
Бернадотте все ещё нависал над ней, и ей не составило труда податься вперед в зеркальном жесте. Вот только не к губам, а к шее, прикрытой воротом, шарфом и тяжелой косой, петлей перекинутой через плечи. Это была мнимая защита, но лучше, чем совсем ничего. Она уткнулась носом в волосы и вдохнула запах ещё и ещё.
Капитан, несмотря на свой сомнительный юмор и не менее сомнительные ухаживания, был привлекательным. Наверное, даже красивым, отсутствие глаза и дурацкая прическа нисколько его не портили. Он был заботливым, в каком-то смысле, и легким в общении, да и руки, в отличие от языка, почти не распускал, так что все его скабрезности не переходили ту грань мерзости, которую, наверное, определяла для себя каждая девушка.
И Серас, если уж начистоту, не то чтобы была против именно его прикосновений. Да, они были знакомы всего месяц, и едва ли в этом плане она значила для него что-то большее, чем подружка на одну ночь, снятая в баре. Только если в качестве экзотического трофея. Но почему бы и нет? Чего теперь-то уже стесняться и ждать, если есть возможность и взаимная склонность? Вот только была одна сложность. Аромат щекотал ноздри, чужое дыхание звучало в ушах. Интересно, какая у него группа крови? Влияет ли это как-то на вкус? Её попытки думать о другом были просто смешны. Капитан желал её, она жаждала его крови.
Серас дала слабину и провела языком как раз между шарфом и мочкой уха, как будто зализывая несуществующую рану. Пока не существующую. Все в ней завязалось узлом и пульсировало от предвкушения, в ритм стука его сердца. Рот наполнился вязкой слюной. Его рука коснулась её ребер, почти приглашая. Пожалуй, у неё перехватило бы дыхание, дыши она сейчас. Он был так близко, его кровь была так близко. Одно движение, и она получит то, что хочет.
Теперь Серас играючи поднимала вес, намного превосходящий её собственный. Но все же «Харконнен» был достаточно громоздким, чтобы его размеры заставляли прикладывать усилия хотя бы для сохранения равновесия. Она взвалила его на плечи, не глядя схватив со стола, заставляя Бернадотте отойти, избегая встречи с тяжелым дулом, и молча зашагала в особняк.
Но даже в тишине подвала тяга не утихала. Запах все ещё чувствовался на языке, или Серас просто не заметила, как прикусила щеку. А ведь капитан был не первым и далеко не единственным человеком, чью кровь она ощущала так ярко, и все же… Он сам был виноват, сам подставлялся, будто забывая, что она чудовище, будто для него все это было просто забавной игрой! Не мог же он не понимать! Или она выглядела слишком обычной, слишком живой на фоне Алукарда, и это обманывало его? Уж не думал же он, что лишь нечеловеческая сила отличает ее от обычных девушек, под юбки которых он наверняка залезал без проблем?
Дурак! Какой же он дурак. Но ей самой так хотелось совершить ошибку. Прижаться близко-близко и прокусить тонкую кожу, под которой призывно билась артерия. Почувствовать жар, так отличный от ее могильного холода. Отпустить прошлое, встать на одну ступеньку со всеми этими чудовищами. Перестать бояться. Хозяина, отца Андерсена, себя. Шомпол, которым она чистила оружие, погнулся от давления пальцев, и Серас зажмурилась, пытаясь взять себя в руки.
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Тревога не отступала все утро, из-за чего Серас была рассеянной и нервной. Капитан, словно забывший о вчерашнем, подшучивал над её ошибками, она то пыталась отпираться, то смущенно улыбалась. Как обычно. А для совершения ошибок имелся серьезный повод — Уолтер предоставил ей новое оружие, «Харконнен», версия вторая, на фоне которой первый выглядел (и ощущался) пластиковой игрушкой. Что за стремление к гигантизму у этого человека? Или, раз она вампир, то можно ничем, даже здравым смыслом, себя не ограничивать?
Сегодня было полегче. Порез на плече Бернадотте совсем затянулся, и у неё не кружилась голова от самого факта его присутствия. После полудня сэр Хеллсинг, как это часто случалось в последнее время, отправилась на встречу в Лондон, прихватив с собой дворецкого. Хозяин скользнул за госпожой тенью, ничего не сказав, но Серас чувствовала нутром, что он отсутствует в поместье. Записав именно это в причины своего беспокойства, она ещё немного успокоилась. Конечно, после нападения братьев Валентайн оставаться в доме в качестве охраны было волнительно, но для этого они с «Дикими гусями» тут и находились.
К вечеру все совсем сгладилось. Им доставили груз, ребята занялись им, а ей дали «вольную» — организация обороны, в этом смысле, в её обязанности не входила. Было немного обидно, но, честно говоря, Серас оказалась опять совсем не против вернуться в подвал. Без крови она действительно утомлялась или что-то вроде того и была вынуждена спать в гробу практически ежедневно, в отличие от Алукарда, который, казалось, никогда толком не отдыхал.
Пришлось, правда, перед уходом позаботиться об оружии и боезапасе в соответствии с инструкциями полной боеготовности — она расстреляла пол магазина, привыкая к возможностям новой игрушки. К сожалению или к счастью, её чувства были острее, чем дальность почти всего, что у них имелось в арсенале, так что приходилось думать не только о собственных, но и чисто технических ограничениях. К тому же таскать за неё её же вооружение никто был не обязан, и, собственно, не мог. Вес был запредельным для обычного человека, да и никаких штатных грузчиков у них, конечно, не имелось, так что те же ящики со взрывчаткой «гуси» носили сами. Они почти разгрузили целый фургон и спешили побыстрее закончить с этим. Капитан разразился бранью из-за нерасторопности подчиненных и сам взялся помогать. Серас не смогла сдержать улыбки, все же не зря другие солдаты так его уважали — язык без костей, но человек дела.
Ящик перевесил в сторону, и Бернадотте перехватил его поудобнее, тут же раздраженно цыкнув. Ему потребовалась секунда, чтобы сообразить и найти её взглядом, хоть она и стояла с пушкой наперевес в нескольких десятках метров. Ей потребовалось ещё две, чтобы уговорить себя не дергаться и не поддаваться хищным позывам. И не дышать — сегодня было довольно ветрено. Серас сжала пальцы, надеясь, что не погнет металл ценного груза, и как можно быстрее зашагала к зданию.
Из оружейной она сразу направилась в обеденную и рывком открыла дверцу небольшого холодильника, замаскированного под обычный шкафчик. Прозрачный пластик просвечивал красным. Серас потянулась к ближайшему пакету, но так и остановилась на полпути, а потом и вовсе сделала несколько шагов назад, скривив лицо и закусив губу.
— Господин Бернадотте, не подходите, — голос звучал сдавленно, так как она прикрыла рот и нос ладонями.
Бесполезно, запах проникал в ноздри и так, а расстояние между ними она могла преодолеть в один миг, как бы далеко, в пределах одного помещения, он не находился. Капитан тоже это знал или даже не задумывался об опасности, потому что спокойно прошел вглубь комнаты. Неужели он совсем не боялся? Видимо, ей везет на безумцев.
— Так ты поэтому от меня бегаешь, Серас? — он указал на руку с неровно наклеенными пластырями над ободранной кожей. — Хочешь меня?
И ухмыльнулся так торжествующе, как будто подловил её на горячем.
— Мне нужна кровь, — попыталась уверенно отрезать она, но подавилась слюной. — Любая.
— Так пей её, вон же, целый холодильник!
Серас скосила глаза, будто ей необходимо было удостовериться, что камера действительно полна, и опять уставилась на капитана.
— Все не так просто, господин Бернадотте.
— Что же тут сложного, Серас? Ты вампир, вампиры пьют кровь, в чем проблема? — он шагнул ещё немного ближе, но начал обходить стол с противоположной от неё стороны.
— Вам не понять.
— Возможно. Но раз твои хозяева считают, что это необходимо, значит, так оно и есть. И если ты будешь в полной силе, когда начнутся неприятности, это всем нам будет только на руку.
Она часто заморгала и посмотрела на запасы донорской крови снова, да с такой ненавистью, как будто рассчитывала, что от этого они превратятся в нормальную человеческую еду. Капитан говорил правильные вещи, конечно, об этом же ей талдычили все сопричастные с удивительным терпением, но…

— Не устраивают условия работы, Серас? Объявляешь голодовку?
Он сравнялся с нею и встал рядом с холодильником.
— Нет, я… — она смутилась, замешкалась и отчаянно покраснела.
Неудивительно, что капитан не принимал её всерьез. Страшный вампир из неё был так себе, только очень временами.
— Может, тебя ещё и уговаривать надо? С ложечки кормить?
— Это же даже не стейк слабой прожарки, это кровь! Человеческая кровь! Неужели вы…
Она вспыхнула, но не успела договорить, как капитан уже выхватил пакет из камеры и без труда выдернул ограничитель зубами. В воздухе мгновенно запахло новой, чужой кровью. Конечно, Серас не удержалась и вдохнула полной грудью, отняв руки от лица. Это оказалось вполне терпимо, жидкость была холодная и какая-то стерильно отталкивающая, как будто искусственная, особенно на фоне по-прежнему присутствующего в воздухе запаха крови капитана.
Она вспыхнула, но не успела договорить, как капитан уже выхватил пакет из камеры и без труда выдернул ограничитель зубами. В воздухе мгновенно запахло новой, чужой кровью. Конечно, Серас не удержалась и вдохнула полной грудью, отняв руки от лица. Это оказалось вполне терпимо, жидкость была холодная и какая-то стерильно отталкивающая, как будто искусственная, особенно на фоне по-прежнему присутствующего в воздухе запаха крови капитана.
— Господин Бернадотте… — прошептала она, но этому предложению тоже суждено было остаться незаконченным.
Капитан потянул содержимое пакета, словно это был сок, и отчетливо сглотнул. Серас вытаращила глаза то ли в изумлении, то ли в ужасе. Что вообще происходит? Этот человек действительно сумасшедший!
— Не сказать, чтобы вкусно, но, по крайней мере, своей крови я нахлебался достаточно, чтобы не видеть в этом большого дела. Всего лишь кровь, Серас, даже люди могут её пить.
Она только хлопала глазами, не в силах выдавить ни слова.
— Ну же, попробуй! — он улыбался, как будто снимался в рекламном ролике, продвигая весьма необычный товар.
Бернадотте сжал пакет в руке, и струйка красной жидкости вновь заскользила вверх по трубке. Серас не выдержала и облизнулась. Сделала шаг к нему, второй, чувствуя, как откуда-то изнутри поднимается волна животного возбуждения. Донорская кровь не интересовала её абсолютно, но сам капитан, кровь в его рту, несчастная царапина на руке… Все это воздействовало на неё, как видео неприличного содержания, которые она никогда не смотрела, но прекрасно знала об эффекте. Эротика для вампиров. Интересно, понимал ли он до конца, что делает?
Пакет отлетел в сторону, а жесткий ковер царапнул колени. Серас припала к широкой груди, слушая стук сердца и ровное, глубокое дыхание. Бернадотте оказался прижат к полу за секунду, но воспринял это так спокойно, будто его седлал не возбужденный вампир, а товарищ по шутливому спаррингу. Её вело.
— Кто бы мог подумать, что ты такая страстная, Серас, — капитан ухмыльнулся.
Грубые руки уже гладили её ноги, касаясь обнаженной кожи как раз между чулками и короткой юбкой. Но с учетом, что она сама тянулась к его шее, это не особенно её смущало. «Я хочу обладать тобой», — мысль промелькнула и испарилась. Вместо внятного ответа она глухо зарычала, чувствуя, как зудят десны.
— Я не против, — он шептал ей на ухо, — дать тебе свою кровь.
Серас со свистом втянула воздух, выгибаясь и прижимаясь лбом ко лбу. Пришлось закусить губу, чтобы сдержать позывы, и рот наполнился собственной кровью. Она и раньше могла с легкостью убить его, но сейчас Бернадотте казался особенно хрупким… И он опять искушал её, когда у неё и так почти не осталось самоконтроля. Совсем не осталось.
— Но, хоть я и не врач, опыт подсказывает мне, что травма артерии на шее пагубно скажется на моем здоровье, — что навряд ли будет иметь значение, ведь она попросту не сможет остановиться, когда вонзит в него зубы. — Как на счет компромисса?
Бернадотте подхватил край пластыря и резко оторвал его от кожи. Всего лишь маленькая ранка, не страшнее разбитой коленки. Серас напряглась и отпрянула, двигаясь точно животное на одних рефлексах.
— Чуть менее опасный вариант, что скажешь?
Он сел, неотрывно смотря на неё. Дорожка из крови и лимфы заскользила вниз, к локтю. Её зрачки расширились, челюсти, казалось, свело от напряжения.
— Да, — выдохнула она, слыша себя как будто со стороны. Ни о каком отказе не могло идти и речи.
Плоть оказалась мягкой и податливой, словно созданной специально для её клыков. Поврежденные вены, как реки, вышедшие из берегов, тут же начали отдавать свою драгоценную ношу. Запах самой жизни забил ей ноздри. Амброзия. Идеал. Вечность. Вся её сущность пылала, под кожей разливался жидкий огонь.
Она слизывала все до капли, не желая терять ни грамма. К плотному вкусу крови, такому желанному, то ли как хороший ужин после долгого дня, то ли как изысканный десерт, почему-то примешивались табачные нотки, и они казались ей пряной приправой. Аппетит, как в той присказке, разгорался все больше и больше с каждым новым глотком. Это было куда лучше, чем ей представлялось. Восхитительно. Великолепно.
Мысли заметались в голове и тут же встали стройным рядом, как будто только и ждали этого. Новая, оглушающая сила обволакивала разум и тело неразрушимым пологом. Она стала монстром. Чудовищем. Зверем. И это казалось таким правильным.
— Серас… — Бернадотте морщился, но так и продолжал спокойно сидеть, даже не пытаясь вырвать у неё руку.
Она подняла взгляд, окровавленная, дикая, оскалившаяся. Это было ужасно и, в то же время, естественно. Вампиры должны пить кровь, это часть её новой природы. Его кровь привлекала её, потому что он сам привлекал её, она выделяла капитана среди других инстинктивно. И все же, к какому бы принятию она не пришла, Серас не желала доводить все до логического конца. Нужно было остановиться, нужно…
Она медленно разжала пальцы, сжимающие его локоть и запястье, отстранилась и часто заморгала. Чужая жизнь бурлила в венах, а в разум врывались воспоминания и чувства. Не четкая хроника, лишь отблески, отражения, словно рассыпанные по полу стеклянные бусины. Серас уже видела, как хозяин забирает память, но не думала, что это ощущается вот так. Или дело в том, что она лишь пригубила, а не испила до дна?
— Видишь, все не так уж и страшно, Серас, — капитан провел ладонью по её щеке. — А ты боялась.
Поднявшееся цунами чувств и энергии искало выхода. Она могла бы сейчас, наверное, перестрелять батальон фашистов или выйти против отца Александра с голыми руками, но вместо ярости ощущала почти восторг или что-то вроде того. Так странно.
— Да, — вновь ей стоило немалого труда справиться со своим голосом.
Руки задвигались сами по себе, повинуясь безотчетной тяге. Она потянулась к плечам капитана, обнимая, и уткнулась губами в его щеку. Что делать дальше, Серас не знала, поэтому попыталась зацепиться за его восприятие. Пожалуй, по части этой сферы она действительно была ничуть не лучше обычной девушки, наверное, даже хуже — большинство в её возрасте если и не имели опыта, то хотя бы представляли себе процесс, так что помощь была совсем не лишняя. И у неё вышло: из омута сумбурных ощущений удалось выловить если не инструкцию, то что-то вроде интуиции. Такое же опаляющее чувство, как и её жажда, но хотя бы чуть более приемлемое.
— Хочешь продолжить? — будто дилер, подсаживающий её на наркотики.
— Да.
Он нашел её губы и поцеловал, не опасаясь пораниться об клыки. Чувственно, глубоко, напористо, как давно уже мечтал. Бернадотте, очевидно, все происходящее очень нравилось, несмотря на небольшие жертвы с его стороны. Выглядел ли он более бледным, чем обычно, много ли крови потерял? Ей было сложно понять.
Серас все ещё ощущала его кровь во рту, но теперь к ней прибавился привкус той, донорской, что выпил он. И опять вездесущие сигареты, словно она уже сама курила. Вампир с вредными привычками, вот это шутка. Она стащила с себя извечные перчатки, чуть не порвав ткань от нетерпения, и, вытянув майку из-под пояса штанов, прикоснулась к его животу. Спасибо, что не пришлось прорываться через бронежилет и обвесы.
И этим, видимо, подала ему сигнал. Его поврежденная рука лежала на колене, но вторая уже начала расстегивать ворот формы. А потом стало как-то неочевидно, кто из них вампир — Бернадотте прижал её к себе, удобно усадив на колени, и припал к шее, лаская и прикусывая кожу. Серас запрокинула голову, чувствуя, как предательски алеют щеки. Не в силах сдерживаться ещё и в этом плане, она задрала его майку и провела ладонями до самых ключиц, задевая старые шрамы и очерчивая их края кончиками пальцев.
Пуговицы легко сдались, ремень продержался ещё меньше. Капитан стянул с ей плеч китель и застыл на несколько секунд. Однако, неудивительно, что он уделил этому столько внимания. Простой белый хлопковый бюстгальтер плотно облегал полную грудь, и ей до сих пор было стыдно от осознания того, что нижним бельем, как и всей одеждой в принципе, её обеспечивал Уолтер. Или уже не было стыдно? Сейчас многие вещи потеряли значение.
Бернадотте медленно стащил с себя перчатки, а с неё бретельки, растягивая удовольствие. Но сжал мягкие полукружия жадно, а соски начал ласкать и вовсе нетерпеливо, вбирая их в рот и посасывая. Серас охнула с непривычки и окончательно раскраснелась, снова разрушая свой вампирский образ. Но сейчас у неё были и веский повод, и возможность.
Он заставил её встать на колени для своего удобства, так что она вцепилась в его волосы, расплетая косу, массируя затылок и плечи, зная, что ему это нравится. Вампир, испивший крови партнера, — идеальный любовник. Серас улыбнулась и непроизвольно выгнулась, уже откровенно застонав.
Не отрываясь от груди, капитан провел ладонями по спине вниз и без труда нашел молнию на юбке, то ли уже насмотревшись за все это время на её задницу, то ли использовав свой немаленький опыт, из-за которого Серас беспричинно распалялась ещё больше. В голове вспыхивали осколки-воспоминания, отданные бессознательно, под влиянием момента, но добровольно. Она так отчетливо ощущала его сейчас… С хозяином у них тоже была крепкая связь, но он никогда не позволял ей настолько приблизиться к нему. Наверное, к лучшему.
— Помоги мне, Серас, — его голос стал ниже и тише.
Он уже стаскивал с неё юбку и белье, совсем не тормозя на поворотах. Она тоже нетерпеливо размотала его шарф и начала стягивать куртку, но до майки так и не добралась. Возбуждение капитана накладывалось и сливалось с её. Она спешила, она не могла не спешить. Серас сама потянулась к ширинке, «помня», как ловчее расстегнуть пуговицы на поясе.
Бернадотте выругался на иностранном языке, к сожалению, кровь не обеспечила её встроенным переводчиком, и втянул воздух сквозь стиснутые зубы, как будто она причиняла ему боль, но ей было слишком хорошо известно, что это не так. У неё все способности к речи отнялись напрочь, когда его рука оказалась между разведенных бедер. Серас почувствовала странную слабость и даже не заметила, как оказалась на полу. Ни холод, ни твердость импровизированного ложа её не тревожили.
Его прикосновения оставляли пылающий след, и теперь она горела и изнутри, и снаружи. Она чувствовала… жизнь. Видимо, фантазии были не так уж оторваны от реальности, как казалось. Бернадотте подтянул бедра ближе к себе, и её ноги оказались скрещены у него за спиной.
Но стоило ему вторгнуться в неё, как Серас вскрикнула и впилась ногтями (когтями?) в ворс ковра. Собственные ощущения затмили марево чужих, алые глаза подернулись пеленой слез. Не то чтобы было очень больно, уж не после собственной смерти и освященных клинков отца Андерсена, пронзающих тело, просто ни чужая память, ни, естественно, свой опыт не дали ей возможности подготовиться.
— Тише-тише, — капитан склонился над ней, поглаживая бедра. — Серас, ты?..
Пряди волос соскользнули с голых плеч, и змеей заструилась по её груди, настолько длинные были. Она подавила желание схватиться за них и подтянуть Бернадотте, его шею, ближе к своим клыкам в отместку. Лишь кивнула с мученическим выражением лица.
— Черт, — он выглядел смущенным и смотрел на неё с изумлением. — Теперь все сходится.
Серас свела брови к переносице. Наверное, надо было сообщить ему подробности её, эм, состояния заранее, вряд ли хозяин упоминал подобное между делом, но с тех пор, как она попробовала его крови, было как-то не до разговоров.
— Ничего, детка, просто расслабься.
Она нервно фыркнула. Ей хотелось сожрать его заживо, а Бернадотте переживал, что её первый раз, окропленный кровью во всех смыслах, будет недостаточно хорош.
— Если тебе нужно ещё…
Капитан поднес руку к её лицу. Глаза тут же полыхнули безумием, тело среагировало на предложение мгновенно. Он сам подписался на секс с молодым вампиром, сам… Ох, жажда помноженная на возбуждение, хотя где начиналось одно и кончалось другое, она теперь и вовсе разобрать не могла, затопила разум, а язык заскользил по коже, стянутой разводами подсохшей крови. Она опять вонзила зубы в мягкую плоть почти в то же место. Вся боль и тревоги тут же отступили, осталось только блаженство. Действительно, наркотик в чистом виде.

Бернадотте отобрал у неё руку почти сразу, не позволяя разойтись, или ей так показалось, и перехватил покрепче бедра. Здорово, что кто-то из них контролировал себя сейчас хотя бы на минимально допустимом уровне. Серас запрокинула голову и выгнулась, когда он начал двигаться в ней. Из груди вырвалось то ли мычание, то ли рык, наверное, не слишком соблазнительный, но что есть, то есть. Впрочем, разве ему не было хорошо и со всеми этими минусами? Было. Было. Она чувствовала.
Ковер и пол опять пострадали, но цепляться за капитана Серас справедливо опасалась. А вот он коротко, на выдохе выругался и грубо сжал колыхающуюся при каждом толчке грудь. Из наемников выходили отличные кавалеры, да. Но её уже затягивало в воронку из своих и его, их ощущений. Все же в бытии вампиром были свои плюсы: теперь только удовольствие (и кровь) влекло её дальше, за грань.
Она опередила его на пару секунд, «украв» часть впечатлений из воспоминаний, но личный опыт все равно оглушил её. Капитан попытался было отстраниться, но Серас лишь напрягла ноги, удерживая его. Чего нежити опасаться? И синяки на бедрах не страшны — сойдут за пару минут, если не быстрее.
Может, это было всего лишь замещение, с точки зрения вампирской физиологии, но в этот момент она почувствовала не только удовлетворение, но и окончательную сытость. Огонь жажды потух и остались лишь тлеющие угли. Она вдохнула, чувствуя запах крови Бернадотте, его пота и — щеки вспыхнули — спермы, но желание вгрызться в шею лишь маячило где-то на краю сознания.
— Я… — речь возвращалась тяжело, хотя ни сбитое дыхание, ни усталость ей не мешали, естественно. — Господин Бернадотте, вам надо перевязать руку.
Капитан рассмеялся, слезая с неё и на ходу застегивая ширинку — здесь все равно негде было привести себя в порядок. Серас тоже села, и он набросил ей на плечи свою куртку.
— Для тебя — Пип, детка.
— Тогда уж Серас, — она поджала губы.
— Точно, — он опять улыбнулся. — Как ты себя чувствуешь?
Она смутилась. Он все ещё считал её человеком или около того.
— Хорошо, — звучало как-то плоско и неинформативно. — Что-то изменилось…
Серас задумалась и приоткрыла рот, пытаясь проанализировать свое состояние. От Алукарда и его сил она все ещё была чудовищно далека, но как будто раздвинулись границы. Капитан поймал её в охапку и поцеловал.
— Сладкая девочка, — он разглядывал лицо, — и опасная.
— Я могла убить вас, — согласилась она. — О чем вы… ты думал?
— Тучи сгущаются, Серас. И время нас поджимает.
Она нахмурилась, не понимая его до конца, и Пип поцеловал её снова.
— Хотя стоило бы позаботиться о тебе получше. Правда, в казармах слишком много лишних глаз.
— А мой гроб одноместный, — пробурчала Серас, но робко улыбнулась.
— Такое огромное поместье, а уединиться негде, — выдохнул он и аккуратно прижал её к себе.
— Тут есть свободные гостевые спальни на втором этаже, — вспомнила она.
Ей приходилось приводить себя в порядок там после заданий: мыться, переодеваться — в подвале не было уборных. Интересно, а сейчас она сможет?..
— Мне не проводили экскурсию по жилым… — Пип прервался.
Её разбросанная по полу одежда расползлась черными кляксами, слилась в общий поток и мягко обволокла тело, возвращаясь к прежней форме. Бернадотте провел пальцами по «регенерировавшему» воротнику кителя.
— Как мы будем объяснять, что случилось с ковром? — быстро переключился он.
Перед внутренним взором Серас встало строгое, но отчетливо ехидное лицо Уолтера. Конечно, не заметить её пылающие красным глаза и побагровевшую форму было довольно сложно.
— Думаю, сейчас гораздо важнее позаботиться о твоей руке, Пип.
* * *

— Так ты завалил девчушку, капитан? — «гусь» оскалился, позади него раздались смешки.
— Я тебе сейчас хлебало завалю, Рико, — Бернадотте оперся о крепления двуярусной койки и достал сигареты.
— Давай, колись, начальник, — капрал тоже скабрезно ухмылялся.
— Не ваше дело, шакалы. И только посмейте к ней пристать с этим вопросом, — зажигалка, как всегда, сработала сразу.
— Да что её спрашивать, все и так понятно — ходит светится да глаза прячет, — Рико улыбнулся почти дружелюбно. — Видно, не так уж ты и плох, капитан. А девчонки в Банжуле, помнится, всякие ужасы рассказывали…
Он заметил взгляд Бернадотте и поднял руки в шутливом жесте, затыкаясь.
— Клейморы установили? — в голосе звучало раздражение.
— Все по расписанию, начальник. Гранатометы уже доставили.
— Вот и занимайтесь делом, а не суйте носы в чужие дела.
— То есть мы на плацу должны корячится, пока ты с дамой развлекаешься? — капрал с первого раза не понял.
— Прости, я не расслышал. Ты сейчас отказался уходить в увольнительные до конца года? Какая верность делу, Райс, да тебе премия положена! — он глубоко затянулся.
— Господин Бернадотте? — Серас стеснялась называть его по имени при других, зато вдруг оказалось, что проходить сквозь стены не так уж и трудно. — Можно вас на минутку?
Пип потушил сигарету о железную перекладину и бросил её в консервную банку, стоящую на столе, будто в поместье не было нормальных пепельниц.
— Конечно, детка, — ему пришлось воспользоваться дверью.
Серас отвела его в свою комнату, надеясь, что будет чувствовать себя увереннее там, но замялась ещё на пороге, выдав наобум:
— С тех пор, как хозяин отправился на тот корабль, я его совсем не чувствую.

— Это странно? Он же далеко, — Пип положил ладонь ей на спину и провел вперед, прямо к гробу.
— Не знаю, наверное, так и должно быть, просто… Я беспокоюсь.
— Как и все мы, — он обнял её сзади и прижал к себе. — Не зря Хеллсинг отдала приказ держать оборону.
— Её долго нет, — Серас безотчетно гладила его пальцы, почему-то сегодня они оба были без перчаток. — За госпожу я волнуюсь тоже.
— Эта женщина может за себя постоять, — Пип хмыкнул.
— Сэр Хеллсинг — человек, — опять она слишком часто для мертвой дышала. — Как и ты.
— Все ещё очень мило.
— И мне нужно быть сильнее, чтобы защищать всех вас.
Бернадотте отобрал у неё руки и взялся за бинт, скрывающий от сторонних глаз следы укусов.
— Нет, — Серас остановила его и развернулась. — Нет. Я бы, конечно, очень хотела, — она немного покраснела, — но не думаю, что делать это так часто разумно.
— О чем конкретно мы разговариваем? — капитан хмыкнул.
— А, сейчас!
Она бросилась к гробу, отодвигая крышку. Ей все ещё было неприятно спать в нем, но, кажется, частая необходимость в этом отпала. На бархатной обивке лежал пакет с кровью, который Серас взяла с собой ещё днем, но так и не выпила.
— Я просто не могу, — она мяла в руках пластик, трубка была пережата дозатором. — Она меня совсем не привлекает, такая мерзкая. Не то что…
Серас залилась краской. В который раз. Пип прищурился, разглядывая её.
— Все дело в запахе. Он такой стерильный, что кажется, что кровь ненастоящая.
— Как искусственный заменитель, — он кивнул. — И чем я могу помочь?
— Я подумала, что если будет пахнуть тобой, то я смогу себя заставить.
— Понял, — Бернадотте выхватил у неё из рук пакет и, как и в прошлый раз, сдернул заглушку зубами.
— Я не это, — она втянула воздух в легкие, — имела в виду, — кровь опять оказалась в его рту.
Но на этот раз он её не проглотил. Серас смотрела на губы, перепачканные красным, на ярко-алый язык, которым Бернадотте провел по зубам, на струйку жидкости, стекающей по подбородку, и не знала, возмущаться ей или благоговеть. Она ему что, птенец? Детеныш кровососущей летучей мыши? И все же это сработало именно так, как он хотел. Жажда, у которой не было дна, вновь охватила её.
Она скорее облизывала его, чем целовала, и так сильно тянула к себе, что капитану пришлось буквально упасть на колени, прямо на холодный каменный пол. Вторая порция, третья. Наконец, Серас разорвала пакет и осушила его целиком, пачкая чужой кровью и Пипа, и себя и опять впиваясь в его губы, чтобы обмануть свои чувства. Правда, делала она это уже просто на инстинктах, не особо задумываясь.
— Серас, — он поймал её лицо.
— О, прости, прости, — она неловко слизала пару багряных капель с его подбородка и отстранилась. — Тебе, наверное, противно.
— Нормально. Ради такой девушки можно и, — Пип улыбнулся и приобнял её, — пролить кровь.
— Да? — Серас зарделась, но тут же дернулась и потянула Бернадотте вверх, на ноги. — У нас гости.
— Откуда?
— С воздуха. Крупная цель.
— Ты знаешь, что делать, детка, — он притянул её и поцеловал по нормальному, прежде чем покинуть комнату.

Коса

Орфелия — Sat, 09 Jan 2016 20:53:56 GMT

Название: Коса
Автор: Rei Hao
Фэндом: Hellsing OVA
Жанры: Гет, Романтика, Юмор, Повседневность
Персонажи: Бернадотте / Серас
Рейтинг: G

- У тебя такие красивые волосы, - прошептала Серас, с легкой завистью смотря на шелковистые оранжевые пряди капитана Бернадотте. Думала, что не услышит. Но капитан, идущий впереди нее, словно назло, внезапно остановившись, обернулся, смотря на нее с широченной улыбкой на лице.
- Тебе нравятся мои волосы? - заметив негодование на лице девушки, он поспешно поправился. - Если хочешь, могу отрезать тебе на сувенир...
- Зачем это? - немного испуганно отшатнувшись, с подозрением уставилась Виктория на мужчину.
- Ну как это зачем? Разве девушки не любят делать из них сувениры? Я как-то однажды слышал, что он является очень сильным оберегом... Особенно если носишь волосы того, кого любишь… - на последних словах наемник лукаво улыбнулся.
- Я в эти предрассудки не верю, - как отрезав, сказала Серас и отвернулась.
- Ну и зря... - разочарованно вздохнул наемник, но сразу же спохватился, словно в его голове созрел какой-то план. - Слушай, Виктория, ты же девушка, так почему носишь короткую стрижку? Нет, тебе она, конечно, очень идет, но длинные волосы тоже были бы тебе к лицу.
Полицейская озадаченно поморгала пару секунд, но ответила:
- Я как-то хотела отрастить волосы, но потом бросила это дело, поскольку надоело маяться. С короткими волосами легче обращаться.
- Если хочешь, я тебе свои отрежу, прям хоть сейчас! - с энтузиазмом заявил капитан, не оставляя сомнений, что именно так и поступит.
Виктория в ужасе уставилась на наемника:
- Да что же вы, с ума сошли, капитан! Не надо мне ваших волос, мне и свои нравятся!
- Нет, я все-таки не могу смотреть, как страдает невинная девушка! Я отрежу волосы в знак солидарности, тебе больше не придется сожалеть! - с вдохновение и пафосом излагал Бернадотте, и девушка уже не понимала, в шутку он говорит или всерьез.
- Не надо ничего резать! Да послушайте же! - пыталась достучаться до наемника Серас.
- Если не хочешь, чтобы я их отрезал, окажи мне одну услугу, – хитро подмигнул капитан.
- Какую? – с подозрением спросила полицейская.
- Заплети мне косу! – как ни в чем не бывало, сказал Бернадотте.
На несколько секунд Виктория растерялась, но быстро взяла себя в руки:
- Зачем вам это?
- Я просто хочу, чтобы ты заплела мне косу, что в этом такого? – невинно посмотрел на нее капитан наемников.
- Ничего… - все, что смогла ответить девушка на странную просьбу капитана.
Заняться ей сейчас было нечем, да и не особо она этой просьбе возражала. Ей было даже интересно… А какие они на ощупь? Такие же ли мягкие и шелковистые, какими кажутся издалека?
- Хорошо, пройдемте в мою комнату, там удобнее.

Уже сидя на кровати-гробу девушки, Пип Бернадотте, чувствуя нежные и осторожные прикосновения Виктории к свои волосам, счастливо и довольно улыбался, прямо как объевшийся сметаны кот.
Его цель была достигнута. И они стали друг к другу чуточку ближе…

Christmas Massage

Орфелия — Wed, 02 Dec 2015 15:59:35 GMT

Author: Chris_Stork
December 27, 2012
Updated
December 27, 2012
Status: Incomplete
After a long Christmas Eve, Pip makes Christmas Day much better for his dear love.

Christmas Eve was not going well for Seras. First she chased a revenant through a bog, smashed her head against broken logs and slogged through ice-choked water. Then she had to run back to camp. Getting there in time to see the last transport leave. She raced after out and managed to grab an outrigger just as they slammed on the brakes and the vampire slammed head-first into the back. But the night still got worse.

It warmed up enough to pour sleet. Chunks of ice embedded itself into the girl's hair and clothes. Dead as she was, cold still felt miserable. She staggered out waiting for new orders. Another vampire spotted in north Wales. Another long, freezing run. The ground was a frictionless mush in moments. Her fingers lost all feeling. The tracks nearly impossible to see, it took her longer to find the new target. He uniform was finished. Holes widened and mud stained the once proud yellow. Her eyes burned from being hit by ice.

Seras blundered into the undead freak. They struck at the other, She drew her gun and pulled the trigger. Just to hear the crunch of a jam. A hook caught her off-guard. She grunted and slammed her fist into its stomach. The ground churned, neither could gain any footing. Seras viciously head-butted it. It kicked her feet out only to be drug down as well. They punched and beat the other. Seras jammed her thumbs into the vulnerable eye sockets. A squeal. The beating continued. She punched the skeletal form over and over. It lashed out, she grunted in pain. Her ribs ached. Her spine throbbed. Its shattered body slowly gave out. Finally, after nearly ten minutes of agony, it died. Seras limped away, too cold and hurt to care.

Mud-covered, frozen and sore the young vampire leaned heavily on Pip. He held her lightly, aware of just how much pain she was in. Sun rise was hours away and Seras couldn't sleep until then. Staggering badly, she let Pip guide her back to their room. Thoughts of Christmas presents a sad memory. Pip worried over her. She was lovely, no matter what.

The warmth of the shared bedroom couldn't melt the ice that formed on the frozen girl. Pip believed he knew how to thaw her. He leaned over to kiss her. Seras looked at him with dull eyes. She slipped away and croaked 'shower' before stumbling to the washroom. Pip checked the clock. Just past midnight. Christmas. Time for Mignonette’s gift. He set everything out. Weeks to find and hide for the prefect gift for his love. She deserved this, a night to just rest.

Lavender candles and heated sandalwood oil. Soft fragrances for a jagged night. Massage stones for the days after. The sterile room yielded to the quiet scents. Thumps came from the shower, bits of mud and ice washed away in lukewarm water. Seras kept her pajamas in there. It would only matter if she wanted her whole body caressed. It would be a simple pleasure to undress her anyway.

The water cut out after a few minutes. The exhausted vampire stumbled out. Her pajama shirt on backwards and pants left on the floor. Her panties had taxed her concentration to the limit. Her mind focused on one thing. Collapsing into a soft object. Weariness and the gentle smells muffled her thoughts. Her strength failed and she mostly hit the bed. Pip picked her up and arranged her face down. Seras didn’t say anything. Too hurt to sleep and too tired to care. The candles Pip set out embraced her. She relaxed a little. It smelled nice. Pip gently brushed aside the shirt. Seras didn’t bruise, her death saw to that. Pip quietly rubbed the heated oil between his hands and set to work. He pressed his thumbs into her neck and Seras groaned. Tears slipped from her eyes. The aching muscles of her neck were gently touched and flexed under Pip’s loving care. Muscles rock hard, pain swelled. A lifetime of hurt and abuse never healed made it worse. Another tear as his body heat melted the tension. A groan. He warmed her skin. The ice that was her body dripped.

A ragged breath. Pain was a constant friend. Pip forced the agony away. Away from there room, away for the night. The palms of his hands squeezed out the acid in her upper back. Warm oil rubbed into her skin. The heat drifted into her bones. A shiver and nothing more. She was content. He smiled. She needed time to herself. The vampire squirmed into the bed. Her thoughts on Pip’s ministrations. The muscles along her shoulder blades were kneaded back and forth. It didn’t hurt anymore. Consciousness dwindled but didn’t fade completely. Only sunrise would end her pleasure.

Pip went lower, massaging her much abused back. Seras moaned. His fingers gently pushed and pulled on opposite sides of her body. A quiver along her arms. Anything to make his mignonette feel better. Then he found a spot that she loved to have touched, just above her hips. He rocked back and forth, keeping the pressure even on her. She was light-headed. She hadn't known parts of her hurt and Pip made it go away. He continued, working stiff tension into soft muscle.

He continued, working stiff tension into soft muscle. When her skin became red he went lower still. Pip carefully rubbed her bum. Using the heels of his hands to circle the soft skin. A quick grunt and Seras relaxed. He kept the pressure even and continuous. The undead girls velvet moans returned as Pip swept his fingers in downwards strokes. A brief thought about how many men had wanted to do just this. A smirk as his love grunted her happiness. He changed his patterns with every moment. Keeping her guessing at what she would feel. A body length shudder. A pleasant emptiness spread from her stomach.

Pip wanted her to last just a little longer. He swirled his fingers throughout her whole body. Seras grunted approval. He circled her arms. Using his thumbs to break up the knots he found. Her petite hands were last, his fingers massaged hers until she went completely limp.

Seras was nearly asleep drifting a limbo of comfort and closeness, and Pip wasn't finished yet. He poured more oil out and started on her legs. Neglected, her thighs ached for the same attention her back received. The vampire sighed when Pip rolled his hands around her stiff legs. The oil shimmered in the candle light. Lavender surrounded her mind, loving touches on her body. Seras felt like she was in heaven. The many years of running hurt her legs as much as the rest of her. Pip took his time to make the memory vanish. He pressed hard on her, feeling the soreness and knots. He used more of his strength, pushing his thumbs and fingers deep into her. Slowly the bitter agony was ground down and her calves were next.

He stretched and flexed her, tuning his fingers on both sides of her legs. He pushed three fingers into the middle and shook rapidly. Seras cooed. She couldn't remember not being in pain. Pip's careful touches made a lifetime of brutal activity a distant nightmare. Smaller muscles these took him no time to make feel better and her feet were left. Much more carefully he pressed his index finger onto each toe and ran backwards. A smile and a moan was his reward.

He wasn't finished yet. He still had another half to go.

"Could you roll over Mignonette?" With a grunt she twisted around and the her tangled shirt away. Pip had seen her naked before and it would always be wonderful to him. He breasts were full with little pink islands, a taut stomach and athletic tone. She was perfect. There were no other words.

He wasted no time. This night was for her. He rubbed the sides of he neck, paying careful attention to ever twitch on her face. Her mouth slipped open, he could see the fangs that quietly extended when ever some desire entered her heart. Her chest rose and fell. Her tongue licked her lips. Pip was through, finding every little knot and untangling it. He slid down just post her neck and lovingly stroked the tops of her breasts. A satisfied groan. He worked in short, quick motions. Pip circled around, getting closer to the center of each with every pass. Her hand feel on his thigh and she gently returned the feeling, touching him as he loved her. She was flush. Exhaustion and pleasure taking it's toll.

Smiling, he went lower and with his palms swirled around her abdomen. The warm oil doing wonders for the sensation. The vampire felt like she was spinning in a quiet, happy world just for her. Dead to the world Seras didn't notice his hands flow down her body, collecting her panties with his thumbs and pulling then completely of her. Pip glanced st her exposed sex. Pink and engorged, Seras clearly enjoyed this. Pip had spent the lady few months learning all about what Seras loved. He's learn just a little more on a moment.

He hadn't been able to massage the front of her legs before, they must still have felt pain. He kneaded the tired muscles between his fingers. His thumbs teased out the aches and sent them away. Seras moaned under the warm touching. He felt short pulses from her finger tips. He gauged what she liked more as he traveled up and down her legs.

One last spot that needed his attention. His fingers danced along her inner thighs. A movement that made Seras curl her toes. A promise in the sensation. Something so vet much desired in their room on their soft bed. Gradually he approached her entrance, one hand settled on the area just above while the other gently traded her lips. Seras got louder, this made the horrible night worth it. The two feather touches slowly crept closer. Pleasure selling in the vampires body. He clit pushed from it's hood and Pip found and slowly caressed it. His other hand slid into her and explored her depths. Seras mewled, the heat everywhere was building, increasing and melting her body.

Pip was slow finding, tasting and loving the most prefect woman in the whole world. Seras pushed her legs apart, instinct as her orgasm built in her center. He watched every jump, listened to everything she let past her lips. He found a tiny bump insider her and teased her. A gasp. Another short moan. He was intent on her ecstasy. He took his hand rubbing her clit and caressed her breasts. His other hand massaged her clit. She jumped, heat overwhelming. Her chest heaved under his ministrations. His pace remained steady. Seras tensed, Pip knew her body and everything she loved.

The heat consumed her. Her center faded under Pip's touch. The vampire's body seized up. It was close, so close. He was intent. Her hand squeezed his leg. Her sex, her clit, her breasts felt prefect. She fell over the edge, an eternity of pleasure. Goose bumps ran along her legs. Everything stopped. She clenched his finger. The ecstasy forced out all thought. She couldn't even gasp. Pip held her and carried her through her orgasm. She twitched and convulsed. Her love made her feel this way. All was right in the world. Her body collapsed. Pip's continued with the after play. Kissing her and making her feel like the only woman in the world.

Sunrise. Seras fought the inevitable. Kissing back. Happy. Pip lie next to her. Holding her until she passed in sleep. So beautiful, so his. He pulled the covers over them and hugged her close.

Passion

Орфелия — Thu, 26 Nov 2015 19:40:40 GMT

Passion
By: Selene08
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Seras, Pip.
Источник

Passion, a hellsing fanfic | FanFiction

Passion

He backed her against the wall.

"…Seras…" Pip Bernadette's voice came in a deep husky tone. "Mon Seras."

"Pip…I…" He shook his head as his hands went to her cheeks, pulling them upwards. He muttered something incoherent under his breath and looked deep into her eyes.

Their lips met.

She responded immediately. Her small hands intertwined themselves in his hair to bring him closer. Her lips parted to accepted him and he obliged happily. His tongue explored and caressed her mouth and she moaned in pleasure. The walls around Seras' fragile heart soon gave away to something so much stronger and deeper.

Pip brought her close to him and savored every touch, ever caress, ever taste, and every sound he gained from Seras. His hands stroked her back and held her tightly. He was in heaven, a realm of pure ecstasy. Pip kissed her lovingly, intimately, and passionately. Both surrendering to something hidden so deep within themselves that they did not know existed. They kissed for what seemed like eternity before they both pulled back.

He held Seras to him and she rested her head on Pip's shoulder. He wrapped strong arms around her and inhaled his scent and relished in the feel of her body on his. She wrapped her arms around him and reveled in the warmth of his skin, the scent, and the feel of his body. They were so close, yet so far away. It was the night before they would both be heading out for war - for their eminent deaths.

"Seras…?" He whispered in her ear, kissing her neck and the top of her head.

"Yes, Pip?" She replied, pulling back slightly to look up into his handsome face.

"Je t'aime mon Seras, mon amour." (Fr: "I love you my Seras, my love.")

Secrets Behind Closed Doors

Орфелия — Wed, 21 Oct 2015 18:42:08 GMT

Secrets Behind Closed Doors
By: serasmiwa
A short story of how Pip and Seras expressed their true feelings one night after a hard night of fighting ghouls. PxS RATED M for Sexual Content.
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Every night was the same for Seras, she would get up and with a grieving look on her face she would open the cold pack of medical blood placed on her table, pouring it into a bowl that Walter usually placed nicely in front of the cooler and reluctantly started to eat, her whole expression was of disgust while she ate the human blood, but she reminded herself of why she needs to do to remain strong.

Her nightly routine would always look the same, killing ghouls and preventing the british public from finding out the reality behind the Hellsing Organization, she would usually come back home, get on her night gown and sleep for another day.

Or at least that was the idea they wanted to portray to everyone.

Pip and Serashad been involved in some sort of relationship ever since the Geese arrived to work for the Hellsing Organization, Seras would always act as if Pip annoyed her greatly, whereas Pip would always keep his "Casanova" allure when around her, always trying to make a pass at her, something that the Geese would call a "normal" behaviour in their captain.

But what happened when the lights came up and everyone in the Hellsing Organization was sound asleep was a completely different thing.

It all started one night, after Pip and Seras faced a terrible vampire on the countryside, a babygirl had been killed and Seras went, once again on a killing rampage, as soon as Pip saw her he ran to her and remembered the story of what had happened when the Valentine brothers attacked the Hellsing Manor and what Sir Intergra had done to keep Seras from becoming a mindless blood-driven monster, Pip ran and hugged her as thight as he could, Seras snapped out of it and that whole night she remained in such a state of shock that the Captain had to keep holding her for the entire ride back to Headquarters, he placed her on her bed however, when he was about to walk away she held his hand so thight that Pip got a bit scared, he looked at her and in her eyes he noticed someone different, her eyes looked as if they were not those of a woman that hated his guts, but one completely in love with him.

He caressed her face with his free hand and smiled at her bending over and kissing her soft, blood-covered lips, feeling her reaction to the kiss he pushed away.

"No Mignonette, you are in a state of shock, we cannot do this" Seras stood up and walked to the Captain undoing her uniform as she did so exposing a flash of her cleavage, quickly she moved to the door and closed it, securing it.

"Mignonette, you know me, i would be the last man to not want this but..." The captain was interrupted by a little girl that pushed her lips against his, kissing him passionately, grabbing his hand and tangling her fingers in it as she pulled his hand up with hers and pushed him against the wall.

He could feel how the before shy Seras was turning into a beast driven by her desires, her free hand kept on undoing the Captain's uniform, placing her hand inside his shirt and caressing his chest, as she released his hand, he finally gave in, pushing the little Seras to the bed, tossing her there, her skirt ridding up her thighs, she remained with that sweet, innocent look that he loved so much, pulling herself up with her elbows as he would remove his scarf and his hat tossing it to the floor and finally taking off his shirt, showing off the scars all over his pale skin and that very sexy body that all that heavy army clothes would hide all the time Seras saw him.

She tried to touch his chest but he pushed her down to the bed, with a quick movement he opened her uniform shirt and revealed a very cute lace bra that Seras would wear that day smiling greatly as he saw it, Seras blushed as she tried to cover herself up but found it useless as he would pin her hands to her side and start kissing her body from her neck, going through her breasts, kissing them gently, going down the middle of her body to her navel in a very erotic, sensual way.

Seras would shiver at each kiss Pip would lay on her, her hands started to relax under his touch, allowing Pip to relax his grip on her, Seras hands went to Pip's long hair and started clenching it as she felt the blade rip open her skirt and her panties at the same time, he tossed the fabric to the floor and spread her legs open.

"Here i go, ma petite Mignonette" Seras could feel Pip's breath in between her legs, and his hands spreading her open, his tongue licking gently on her swollen lips, and sucking on her clit, making her shiver even more and squeel a lot, moaning louder and louder as his licks turned faster and faster, she couldn't hold it anymore as she screamed and came all over Pip's mouth.

"I'm sorry Captain" Seras said in a soft voice in between moans, the Captain looked up and smiled at her, he took her by her waist and placed her properly on the bed, placing himself on top of her and between her legs, his cock now fully erect and ready.

Seras looked down on Pip's cock and gasped, looking at him tried fto say something but Pip kissed her passionately as he started pushing against her wet spot, forcing her to moan against his kisses, in her face he could notice a bit of fear, he pulled away and looked at her, asking her in his french accent that she loved so much: "are you a virgin Mignonette?"

Seras blushed and turned her face away from the Captain's gaze, but his hand forced him to face him again.

"Answer please" He noticed small tears rolling down her blushed cheeks as she nodded her head "Yes Captain, I am"

The Captain looked surprised, he could not believe that Seras, being the incredibly sexy woman she was, would still be a virgin. "Is ok Mon Amour, trust me, I'll be gentle with you... enough" He grinned as her eyes grew wide kissing him deeply as he roughly entered her, pushing roughly, making her scream but quickly hushing her screams with kisses, as she slowly gave into it, his thrusting becoming more and more powerful and suddenly slowing down some, gently and then roughly, Seras was really enjoying herself, moaning against his kisses, holding him close to her as they both finally reached climax together.

As he pulled out and set himself on her right side she snuggled close to her and kissed him one more time before slowly falling asleep, mumbling "I love your Bernadotte, I have always loved you" Pip smiled and held her closely "You are mine now Ma Peitte Mignonette"

After that night, everytime they came back from a mission, and while eveyone was asleep, Pip would slide to Seras' room and sleep besides her holding her ever so close

Одно мгновенье

Орфелия — Thu, 20 Nov 2014 20:51:06 GMT

Название: Одно мгновенье
Автор: MAD HATTER
Фэндом: Hellsing OVA
Жанр: романитка
Персонажи: Бернадотте\Серас
Рейтинг: NC-17

Серас тяжело дышала. Рука постепенно востанавливала форму, тело приходило в норму, но дыхание не успокаивалось. Капитан был тяжелым противником, таким, которых встретишь не часто, еще менее часто таких удастся победить. Малейшая неточность - и из экс-полицейской выбили бы не только неимоверное количество крови, но и дух. Однако, этого не произошло. Поэтому этот противник был особенным.
- Девчушка, что ты не встаешь? Мы его сделали, слышишь? Вместе мы его сделали!
Дыхание не становится более ровным. Скорее наоборот. Серас поднялась с колен, встала твердо, лишь для уверенности упираясь о стену.
- Леди Интегра, я должна защищать... – дыхание сбилось на еще более странный ритм. Прерывистый, в такт сердцу и пульсирующей в виске крови. И все из-за голоса в голове. А ведь слышала она его в последний раз не так давно. Слышала рядом, а теперь он – часть нее. И голос – часть ее сущности. – Мне надо...
- Подожди немного, миньонетте, она не настолько беспомощна. Подожди всего пару мгновений.
- Для чего? – Серас все еще пыталась бороться с дыханием. Но голос в голове обволакивал. Заставлял дышать еще более глубоко. Представлять, будто Бернадотте говорит ей на ухо, так близко, так интимно. И почему-то это не заставляло ее краснеть. Потому что она выпила его крови? Кто знает, но она не краснела.
- Я хочу сделать тебе подарок, девчушка. Дать тебе силы двигаться дальше.
- Но сегодня нет никакого праздника, - возразила Серас, делая шаг вперед.
- Представь, что сегодня Новый Год.
Ответить Серас не успела. Ее сознание затуманилось всего на секунду, а когда через мгновение все прояснилось, Бернадотте уже стоял перед ней. Так близко. Намного ближе, чем расстояние вытянутой руки.
Он сделал шаг вперед, она отошла к стене, прижимаясь спиной к холодному пластику. Его дыхание, горячее, выдающее в себе все его намерения, обожгло кожу.
- Но...как? – Виктория не сделала ни единой попытки убежать, она только удивленно распахнула глаза. – Ты ведь...
- Для тебя я всегда жив, девчушка, ну же, позволь подарить тебе...
Подарить что? Никто из них не продолжил фразы, никто и не ждал объяснений. Серас тихо охнула, когда он прижал ее к стене всем своим телом, так, что она ощущала каждую выпуклость его тела. И ощущала желание. Хаотичное, безумное, насмешливое. Именно то, о котором она мечтала, но боялась себе признаться в этой слабости.
Его руки медленно заскользили по ее груди, талии, аккуратно коснулись почти что восстановившейся руки. Бернадотте не говорил ни слова больше, он просто доставлял наслаждение каждым прикосновением. Для Виктории было достаточно почувствать подушечки его пальцев на своей коже, даже одежде, чтобы оказаться в раю, о котором она и не мечтала. Малейшее прикосновение отдавалось где-то внутри настоящим огнем.
Он целовал, жадно, словно захватывал территорию, миллиметр за миллиметром. Она целовала в ответ. Впервые Серас чувствовала себя смелой. С ним все было просто. Сейчас. Раньше бы она так никогда не сказала.
Он не расстегивал униформы Виктории, чтобы добраться до ее груди, до упрогих, мгновенно затвердевших сосков. Он доставлял ей наслаждение, наносил на кожу бесчисленное количество поцелуев, аккуратно покусывал некоторые участки кожи, шею, время от времени его язык проходился влажной полоской по мочке уха Серас. И при этом он не касался ее. Ни разу. Он был везде и в тоже время нигде. Бернадотте заполнял ее прикосновениями. Будто бы изнутри.
Когда рука вояки забралась ей под юбку, Серас невольно вздохнула на тональность выше, чем обычно. К таком она не привыкла. К ней могли приставать, ее могли хотеть. Но она никогда не хотела в ответ. И уж тем более не хотела так, чтобы самой призывно раздвигать ноги немного пошире. Подаваться навстречу его руке, такой нетерпеливой, уже через несколько мгновений залезшей под кружево трусиков.
- Угх... – только и смогла выдохнуть Серас, когда ее впервые коснулись так. Так, как она мечтала после смерти, как она мечтала до нее, но не находила, ради или из-за кого стоит так мечтать.
Один палец, круговые движения, аккуратные, но в тоже время нетерпеливые, такие, будто Бернадотте боялся, что ему не хватит времени. Два пальца, аккуратные ласки. Это странно. Почему-то экс-полицейской всегда казалось, что он должен быть грубым. А Бернадотте действует нежно.
Может потому, что так нужно? Или потому, что она захотела именно так?
- А вот и мой подарок, миньонетте, - Бернадотте улыбается ей в самые губы, перед тем как затянуть их в очередном глубоком поцелуе. От него пахнет сигаретами. Словно он выкурил безмерное количество сигарет. Тонны никотина. Приятное и в тоже время опьяняющее ощущение. Серас, сама того не замечая, прикрыла глаза.
Она не видела, она только чувствовала. Мир перешел на балансирование по тонкой грани ощущений. Она чувствовала, как он входит в нее, вначале неуверенно, но с желанием, как он входит в нее глубже с тихим причмокиванием. Как она, не сдержавшись, стонет ему в рот.
Через несколько мгновений Бернадотте отпустил ее губы, опустился ниже, взял соски в легкие тиски зубов. Влажная дорожка языка от груди к животу, еще одна дорожка, такая же, проходящая в совершенно другом месте. Это было так ново. Так ярко. Так больно. Так божественно.
Серас не понимала, как она могла ранее отказываться от секса. Сейчас он опьянял. Заставлял все ее существо изгибаться под стать ритму движения их тел. Бернадотте хотел ее, она хотела в ответ. Он входил, она двигала бедрами, помогая ему. Бешеный ритм. Адский темп. На чужой территории. В который раз избежав смерти.
- Ну же, улыбнись, девчушка.
И она улыбается. Улыбается без слез. Просто растягивает губы в тонкую нитку улыбки. И на этот раз у нее неплохо получается.
Бернадотте начинает двигаться быстрее, чувствуется, что он на пределе, что еще немного и он достигнет пика. А сама Серас? На пределе, измотана, выжата. Дыхание давно превратилось в рваную тряпку. Но на его место пришло наслаждение. Настоящее, ни с чем не сравнимое.
Бернадотте кончил прямо в нее, не заботясь о чистоте или каких-нибудь других нормах. Он просто выпустил свои эмоции, свои желания, свою похоть в Серас. Белой жидкостью расплескавшись по стенкам.
Девушка медленно сполза на пол. Все тело горело странным огнем. Разум опять почему-то был как в тумане. А на пол тонкой струйкой капала кровь. Из-под юбки.
- Черт, идиот, ты ведь даже не существуешь больше в этом мире, - Серас с усмешкой наблюдала за тем, как кровь постепенно перестает капать на пол. – И ты лишил меня девственности. Несмотря на то, что ты умер.
- С Новым Годом, девчушка, с чертовым Новым Годом! – голос в сознании тихнет, словно уходит на заднюю планку сознания.
- Это было замечательным подарком, - Серас медленно встала с пола, слегка качнулась, переваривая последствия ментального секса, и вновь пошла вперед. – Я должна защитить Леди Интегру и...
- И, миньонетте?
- Я буду не против считать каждый день Новым годом, - окончательно покраснев, экс-полицейская решительно направилась по стопам своего коммандира.

Never let the sun rise

Орфелия — Fri, 07 Nov 2014 20:53:25 GMT

Never let the sun rise
By: tadpole37766
Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Seras, Pip.
Источник

The first time I met Captain Bernadette I immediately thought he was a no good womanizing asshole. Boy I couldn't hit the nail more on the head if I had to. He was the kind of man who could insult you and hit on you in the same sentence. So it was no surprise that his hands often wandered. The only surprise was that he wasn't afraid to let his hands wander to a vampire's behind. Though I have to admit it excited me a bit, to have someone who seemed interested in my body, it troubled me to think that the only thing he could be interested in was my body. In today's society, it isn't common to find a woman my age who is still a virgin, and the main reason I still am is my strong urge to be loved. Growing up in an orphanage I was never shown much affection. I had thought, when I started working for the Hellsing organization, that my chances to find love were trashed. I knew I would never have time to date while working for them, and if I ever quit I was pretty sure Integra would have me killed. So I got a little hopeful when the captain started to show interest in me. It soon became all to clear that he was not interested in love, however, and that, after all, was what I was searching for. I decided early on that I would rather drink human blood than be used for pleasure and discarded. Like most girls I wanted my first time to be with someone whom I loved, and who loved me in return.

We had worked together for about a year when I noticed a change in the captains attitude. He seemed to actually make excuses to train with me. I ran into him more often in the hallways as well. At first I thought maybe I was just imagining it. Then one day I overheard him talking to my master. They were arguing over something. Or at least master was teasing him about something and the captain was denying it. The last thing I caught was master saying that Captain Bernadette was like a school boy with a crush, and captain started what I suppose was a string of cursing in his native tongue. I merely chuckled and walked to the firing range. It was only minutes before the captain showed up to take his frustration out on the clay figures. When he saw that I was there, however, he turned tail and ran. I just giggled. Now I knew he was at least interested in me.

He avoided me like the plague for about a month before I was fed up with it. I confronted him at the obstacle course. He of course was yelling at his men, calling them everything under the sun, only half of which I understood. I approached him silently halfway hoping to scare the shit out of him.

"What ze el are you doing? NO! NO! NO! You go OVER ze fence you dumfuck!"

I almost laughed. He could sound so ridiculous when he was upset. I don't know how his men took him seriously. I decided now was the time to pounce. Well not literally, but you get what I mean. I tapped him on his shoulder, and just as I had expected he jumped about twenty feet in the air, all the while screaming. "SHITFUCK!" I almost fell over I was laughing so hard.

"Don juz sneak up on me like zat Girl! You coold haf given me a hear attack!" He screamed. Everyone but him laughing their asses off. He silenced them with a backwards glance, though. "So now zat you haf scared ze piss out ov me, what do you want?"

"I was just wondering why you haven't ask for a report for weeks. Perhaps the big bad captain is afraid of this little police girl."

"No, mignonette, I am not afraid ov you. I haf just been buizy training ze men. And besides, it's ard to be afraid ov a kitten." He finished with a collective OHHHH! From the troops behind him.

"Oh I don't think I'm much of a kitten anymore. More like a cheetah if you ask me." I countered.

"No I sink you are nosing but a mere kitten."

"Well I think this "mere kitten" could out shoot you, you fucking frog." I spat back at him, slightly peeved at his macho man attitude. I had come to him hoping that maybe this time we could have a real conversation, but once again it was turning into a pissing contest. Just like the first time we met.

"Well mizz kitten you are on! Meet me in ze shooting range in one hour, and bring you're A game." Then he leaned to whisper in my ear. "you're going to need it."

It was on then. I can't stand being challenged, especially by him. He was the most obnoxious man I had ever met. I probably wouldn't be miffed if I hadn't come to pretty much ask him on a date, but sod that I guess.

I ran down to the armory and picked up the first pistol I could see, and immediately started shooting clay heads. About half and hour later Captain Bernadette walked through the door with his trademark smirk that I just wanted to smack off his face. It seemed like he knew something I didn't.

"Okay, Mignonette, what do you want to play for?"

I hadn't really thought of making this into a bet. Well as long as we were betting, I may as well make it interesting. "How about if I win, you can't touch me, or make perverted comments for a week."

"Okay, zen how about if I win, I get to touch you owever I want whenever I want?"

I wasn't expecting that, sounded kind of kinky. Who knows, I may just let him win. "Fine. That's IF you win."

"Well, Ladies first."

"Right."

I started shooting, every shot hitting dead center, except the last one, which I only missed because he was blowing on my neck.

"Your turn, mon capitan." I mocked him in his native tongue.

"Mon petit chat pense qu'elle est intelligente." He countered.

He started shooting, and of course every shot hit dead center. So of course he won the bet.

"Well, well, well. What was zat about being able to out shoot me?" He laughed. "I believe we ad an agreement, ma petite chatte"

"Whatever, crusty old Frenchman."

"EY! I am not crusty! Or old!"

I just giggled. "So wherever and whenever huh?" I said as I walked out the door. "That is if you can catch me." I challenged. Over my shoulder I saw his jaw drop to the floor. I guess he wasn't planning on playing hard to get, but I wasn't about to make this easy for him. I walked at a nice easy pace for about ten feet until I heard a couple of foreign curse words, and then the a pair of combat boots running down the hallway. I took off running as fast as I could straight out of the mansion.

"EY! I THOUGHT WE AD A DEAL?" He screamed as he chased me.

"We do." I yelled back. "You can as long as you can catch me first!" I laughed loudly. Seeing as I had no need to breathe it was easier for me to run full speed for long distances. He tried to pick up his pace to catch me but I was always one step ahead of him. It seemed the captain was willing to chase me as far as I would make him. A mischievous little idea popped into my head. A little game of hide and seek sounded pretty fun. Instantly I ran as fast as I could straight for the forest. As soon as I past the tree line I jumped straight into a rather large oak, and waited.

About thirty seconds later I saw a head full of red hair peek into the forest. He walked slowly through the underbrush mumbling to himself bout keeping your word and not finding loopholes and such. My attention was almost fully on trying not to be discovered. I hopped from tree to tree behind him noiselessly while he searched. It started to feel like I was actually the one hunting him. My keen senses focused on him entirely. All I could hear where his footsteps and the beating of his heart, which to my thrill was pounding with exertion. All I could smell where gunpowder and his sweet, sweet blood. My keen vision honed in on the pulse point on his neck. Even from about ten meters away I could still see his vein bulging in rhythm with the cadence of his heartbeat. My mouth started to water and my fangs elongated. In retrospect it was not a wise thing to push myself to the limit like this, but I wasn't exactly thinking logically at the moment.

He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts I suppose and I saw my window of opportunity. I pounced, grabbing him by the shoulders as we tumbled to the ground. We rolled a few meters and came to a stop right next to a rather large tree trunk. I was on top of him completely focused on one thing, my need to feed. I was almost completely lost in my blood lust. I was just about to sink my fangs into the captain's neck when I heard a rather familiar click.

The captain had his pistol pointed straight at my head. Of course it wouldn't have killed me, even if it were silver bullets, but it would have hurt like a bitch and I probably would have been out for a few days. After which Sir Integra would have had Alucard Kill me. It was a really sobering realization. I looked into his eye as I felt disgust at myself. Feeling the crimson seep out of my eyes. To my great surprise he did not seem the least bit scared. He looked more concerned, as if he was concerned for me.

I slowly started to get up before a pair of callused hands grabbed me rather roughly by the shoulders and dragged me into a tight embrace. By this point I was so confused. Here I was actually about to drink this man's blood, probably killing him, and he was apparently worried for me? What was going on?

"I thought I ad lost you zer for a moment!" He whispered. "I am so sorry zat I pointed my gun at you! Please forgive me." Now I was even more confused. He was apologizing to me? What on earth?

"I'm sorry captain." I almost squeaked. "I should not have hunted you." I was almost in tears now..

"NO no no. It iz fine. It iz in your nature to hunt, and I would gladly let you drink my blood, owever, you did not seem yourself. Ze police girl I know would not want to drink uman blood." He stated calmly.

I just lay there for a moment or two in shock. How could he so forgiving of me? I had almost killed him for Christ's sake! And here he lays worried about me! Maybe I had been wrong about the captain. Maybe he wasn't just another womanizing mercenary. Maybe he did have some sort of feeling for me. It may not be love yet but for some reason I felt a twinge of hope.

"Why are you so worried about me?" I asked timidly. "I almost killed you, but you don't seem to care about that. Why?"

He stared into my eyes for a long moment as if deciding something. Then he let out a sigh of defeat and cupped my cheek with his hand. "It iz because I care about you stupid girl." He lightly scolded. "And besides you could not haf killed me. I am much stronger zan a kitten." His words were insulting as usual but the sweetness in his voice and defeated look on his face took the sting out of them. I sat there on top of him contemplating what to do next. Then a thought struck me. Slowly I leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Hoping upon hope that it would convey what words could not. He surprised me a little when the hand cupping my cheek slid into my hair to hold me there. 'This is it.' I thought. 'This is the feeling you've looked for.' I kissed him with all the passion I could muster, longing for something I didn't understand. His other hand trailed traced down my arm to my hip, pulling me closer to him than I though physically possible. He grabbed a fist full of my uniform in one hand and pulled me into a fierce kiss with his other. His mouth moved with expertise from my lips to my jaw to my earlobe. He was pulling my attention in so many directions that I thought I was going to explode.

"I believe we ad a deal ma petite chatte." He whispered huskily in my ear. Then the hand that was on my hip slowly moved down to knead my behind. I gasped slightly earning a chuckle from the man below me.

"You didn't catch me though. I caught you." I stated helplessly. He chuckled lightly again.

"Minor details." He whispered against the hollow of my ear, before rolling on top of me and kissing me senseless. His hands roaming from my but to my breasts. Then as suddenly as it had started it stopped. He got up off of me and held out his had to help me up. I just stared at him for a moment. Not fully understanding the sudden cease. Then stood up without his help, feeling rather put out. He looked into my questioning eyes and smirked.

"Ze men will be looking for me, and I would say zat you and your master ave a mission tonight. Besides it iz best if we do not continue zis fun on ze dirt." Then he leaned down to whisper in my ear. "But if you like you can come to my barracks later when ze men ave fallen asleep." The he leaned down to press a light kiss to my forehead.

I pouted slightly. Hoping that maybe he would give in, but no such luck occurred. He just bid me goodnight and walked out of the forest. I kicked the nearest tree in frustration and it came toppling over . The I turned on my heel and walked back to the mansion.

Five hours and about fifty ghouls and a freak later I walked through the doors of the mansion. I decided that a shower would probably do me some good. So I walked down the staircase to the dungeon of the mansion. I took only a short shower as I had other plans for the rest of my night. I quickly dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top. Then I made my way across the lawn to the barracks. I walked over and tapped on his window. Hoping not to wake anybody. He came to the window and cracked it looking out at me.

"So you decided to take me up on my offer?" He chuckled. "Would you like to come inside?" He asked innocently. I felt a blush creep across my face. Hoping it was too dark to see it my face, I nodded my head. He disappeared for a second then I heard a click before I saw a crack of light over to my right. When I got over there Captain Bernadette was waiting for me. He held his finger to his lips as if to tell me "be quiet". I slowly tiptoed into the barracks listening to the rest of the Wild Geese snoring, and silently giggled.

We walked down the hallway to the end and he opened the door for me. I walked in hoping he couldn't see just how nervous I was. I had made up my mind, but that didn't ease my anticipation. I walked about halfway into the room and turned to face him. He quietly shut and locked his door and turned to face me. We stood there for a moment, each eyeing up the other, until he broke the silence. "You can sit down you know." He almost laughed. "I would say zat you're tired after your mission."

I gave a soft chuckle and searched the room for a chair, but no luck. So I walked over to his bed and sat down. I looked out the window at the moonlight. A movie quote ran through my head. 'Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?' I inwardly laughed. I was certainly the devil, and if he shut the lights off we would be in the pale moonlight.

He walked over to me and leaned against the wall beside me. He was wearing his combat pants but they sat dangerously low on his hips considering he wasn't wearing a belt. His boots weren't tied, I guessed he must have just slipped them on to let me in. He had his button up combat shirt on but he had it unbuttoned and it wasn't tucked in. I must admit he looked pretty damn good.

I was trying very hard not to stare but his shirt kept creeping open just enough for me to catch glimpses of his toned abdomen. I couldn't help but notice it was riddled with scars. My curiosity was now piqued. I leaned over and traced one particularly jagged looking scar right below his left pectoral. He jumped a little at the initial contact, but he quickly relaxed into my gentle ministrations. I could feel his eyes on me, but I kept mine on his scared body.

"How did you get it?" I asked curiously, still tracing the raised flesh.

"In Venezuela. Stabbed wiz a shard from a tin roof." He said. He seemed amused by my curiosity. "It iz a tough life being a merc. My body iz covered in scars from one battle or anozer."

I gently pushed his shirt aside to see more scars on his abdomen. I reach up and pushed his shirt off his shoulders onto the floor and traced every imperfection I saw. He seemed almost hypnotized by my touch. Goosebumps raised on his skin as I caressed his shoulders. I looked up at him to see his half lidded eyes, my stomach turning cartwheels. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine for just a second before he whispered to me. "If you keep up zis torture I won't be able restrain myself."

"I don't want you to restrain yourself." I managed to say. He looked at me for a moment before capturing my lips again. I just sat there and let him dominate the kiss and my mind until I felt like I needed more. I pulled him closer really just trying to get closer to him, but he decided it was still not close enough. He pushed me onto my back and laid down on top of me. One of his hands was beside my face and the other was grabbing my hip. His kiss seemed more desperate than before. His hand that was on my hip started to travel upwards to knead my breast.

Then out of nowhere he moved back to my hip, but it was just long enough to raise my shirt over my head. I gasped as he put my nipple in his mouth. He sucked lightly before biting ever so gently. He traced all the way down my stomach to the hem of my shorts. His finger slipped just under my waistband and traced the line of my panties. My eyes were screwed shut by now from pleasure. Then He hooked my panties and shorts with his fingers and pulled them both down. I was laying half on and half off the bed and he slid to the floor. Before I could ask him what he was doing he took my flower into his mouth.

I gasped and arched off the bed, trying my damnedest not to scream. I felt like an electric shock went through my entire body. His sensual torture went on for what seemed like hours. In reality I have no idea how long he was down there. I felt my stomach tighten and my eyes screwed shut trying to concentrate on not making too much noise. That was all shot out the window when He bit down ever so lightly on my clit. I experienced such an earth shattering orgasm made me completely forget about my vow of silence. I started to scream before a strong hand clamped down on my mouth.

"You have to be quiet ma petite chatte." He chuckled as he released my mouth. I had to catch my breath for a moment before I realized I was still not satisfied. My mind wanted something more and apparently it wasn't going to give up until it was happy. I felt the familiar haze drift into the corners of my awareness and was immediately scared. Apparently he could see my eyes changing because he started to chuckle again.

"It iz ok Mignonette. I can protect myself from you." Then he was on top of me. "Zis may twinge a bit love." He said just before he thrust forward. I have to say he was right, but it didn't hurt half as bad as I was told. I had heard horror stories of excruciating flesh-tearing pain. This was nothing compared to having a hole the size of a softball blown through my chest. Then I smelled it; my blood. My bloodlust was now uncontrollable. Instantly I was frightened until I realized a very crucial thing. My vampire mind wasn't focused on his blood. Just the smell of my blood and the fact that I was feeling immeasurable pleasure. He looked at me, I suppose for a sign that I was ok. I couldn't really have cared less though. I was wiggling my hips trying to get more of the feeling. He chuckled and got my unspoken message. He pulled out and thrust himself in again. I gasped in the sheer pleasure of it all and I heard him grunt above me. His long braid fell over his shoulder and landed beside of me. My instincts were still not satisfied however. I decided to take things into my own hands and rolled swiftly over until I was on top of him. My body had a mind of its own as it bounced up and down on top of this man. He seemed taken aback but I guess in the end he decided just to go with it. His head slung back and he closed his eye while I rode him. I went faster and faster trying to reach some feeling I didn't understand. I knew I would reach it soon though. I vaguely remember him panting beneath me but The foremost though in my mind was the blinding pleasure that seemed like it was just about to explode inside of me. Then my mind snapped. Just as I came again I bit down on his neck. Not hard enough to do serious damage but apparently it drove him over the edge too. I remember hearing my name almost choked out before I collapsed from pleasure.

When I awoke he was beside me with and arm haphazardly thrown over my waist. His chest rising and falling with the slow rhythm of his breath. I lay there with a contented smile on my face before I remembered that I had bitten him. "Oh GOD!" I whispered. I shook him rather harshly trying to wake him. When he finally roused I lifted his chin to look at his neck. Not only had I drank human blood, and but I had actually fed from a living person. He had two perfect fang marks on his neck. At first he seemed shocked, but then his features turned into almost a smirk.

"It iz fine mignonette. It did not hurt at all. In fact I felt nosing but pure pleasure. You can't turn me into a vampire, and you didn't drain me." He stroked my hair as he spoke. "If I had known zat was what it was like to be fed from, zen I would haf let you feed from me a long time ago."

Somehow his words actually soothed me. I snuggled back down on his chest hoping that the sun would never rise.